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No.    5-7? 


A  shiv'rinir.  wrenchinir.  riiisriny  crash. — 
And  downward,  downward,  headlong  dash 
Deep  in  the  seething  u'lilf  below. 
With  shrieks  and  oaths — the  impious  foe! 


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BY 
ELIZABETH  T.  PORTER   BEACH. 


NEW  YORK : 
D.    APPLE  TON    AND    COMPANY, 

443  &  445  BROADWAY. 

LONDON  :   16  LITTLE  BRITAIN. 

1864. 


MAX!  LM, 


ENTERED,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1868,  by 
ELIZABETH   T.  PORTEE   BEACH, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for  the 
Southern  District  of  New  York. 


TO     THE    BELOVED 

WHO      HAVE      PASSED      AWAY 

TO     THE     BELOVED 
8TILL       REXAIXIXa, 

THIS    POEM 
IS    MOST    LOVIXGLY 


Inscribed 


492 


INTKODUCTION. 


THE  early  history  of  Spain  is  so  involved  in  doubt, 
contradiction,  and  romance,  that  little  is  known  of  its 
truthful  detail ;  while  all  considered  worthy  of  gleaning 
has  been  so  ably  handled  by  writers  of  acknowledged 
superiority,  as  to  render  it  unnecessary,  or  even  presump 
tuous  to  bring  the  subject  again  before  the  public,  farther 
than  by  a  brief  synopsis  of  the  most  important  historical 
events  preceding  the  opening  of  this  epic. 

Spain  is  supposed  to  have  been  originally  inhabited 
by  the  descendants  of  "  Tubal,"  who  were  subsequently 
called  "  Iberians,"  the  land  bearing  the  name  Iberia,  prob 
ably  in  honor  of  .some  person  of  distinction.  From  the 
earliest  ages  the  country  suffered  from  the  invasions  of  the 
Celts,  Greeks,  Phoenicians,  and  Carthaginians;  and,  at 
length,  falling  into  the  power  of  Rome,  became,  for  a  short 
time,  a  subjugated  province.  It  was  during  the  fifth  cen 
tury  that  the  Goths,  then  the  allies  of  Rome,  after  a  strug 
gle  of  three  years,  succeeded  in  recovering  Iberia,  when  a 
new  nation  arose  from,  the  union  of  the  Goths  and  Iberians, 


O  INTRODUCTION. 

producing  a  brave,  restless,  noble-spirited  people,  whose 
power  remained  unshaken  under  twenty-five  successive 
kings  of  pure  Gothic  blood.  The  Goths,  who  were  adher 
ents  to  the  "  Arian  doctrine,"  after  their  invasion  embraced 
the  faith  of  the  Spaniards,  which  was  the  Catholic,  in  its 
purest  form ;  the  bishop  and  clergy  being  most  exemplary 
in  their  lives,  and  aiding  in  every  way  to  promote  the 
influence  of  the  laws  and  the  welfare  of  the  country.  Thus 
all  prospered ;  when,  in  the  year  of  the  Redemption  701, 
Witiza  was  elected  to  the  Gothic  throne.  He  was  of  a 
cruel  nature  ;  and,  through  anxiety  for  the  security  of  his 
crown,  becoming  jealous  of  two  sons  of  a  preceding  king, 
Favila  (Duke  of  Cantabria),  and  Theodofredo,  he  caused 
the  death  of  the  former,  and,  imprisoning  the  latter,  put 
out  his  eyes.  Pelayo,  son  of  Favila,  being  absent,  and 
Roderick  and  Theodofredo  fleeing,  happily  escaped  being 
murdered.  Witiza,  soon  by  his  tyranny  and  licentious 
ness,  obtained  the  appellation  of  "  Witiza  the  Wicked." 

At  length  the  Pontiff  Constantine  threatened  to  depose 
and  excommunicate  the  king ;  but  Witiza  set  him  at 
defiance,  and  appointed  his  own  brother,  Orpas,  or  Oppas, 
then  Archbishop  of  Seville,  to  take  a  seat  with  Sindaredo, 
in  the  episcopal  chair  of  Toledo,  making  him  Primate  of 
Spain.  Orpas  was  a  bad  man,  upholding  the  king  in  all 
his  wickedness.  While  Spain  was  sinking  in  vice  and 
licentiousness,  Roderick,  son  of  Theodofredo,  was  gather 
ing  about  him  a  host  of  noble  warriors  and  soldiers,  ready 
to  avenge  the  wrongs  of  his  father  and  kindred. 

With  his  bold  and  gallant  band  advancing  unexpected* 
ly  upon  an  enervated  and  unprepared  land,  he  easily  put 
all  to  rout,  when  the  whole  kingdom  submitted  to  Don 
Roderick ;  who,  to  avenge  the  cruelty  shown  his  father, 


INTRODUCTION.  7 

put  out  the  eyes  of  Witiza,  imprisoning  him  in  a  castle, 
where  he  died,  a  prey  to  suffering  and  remorse.  His  two 
sons  Ebba,  or  Evan,  and  Siseburto,  were  banished  from  the 
country.  Orpas,  a  man  of  consummate  art,  succeeded  in 
obtaining  the  confidence  of  the  king,  and  retaining  his 
sacred  office  at  Seville  ;  but  the  see  of  Toledo  was  given 
to  the  venerable  Urbino.  With  the  brilliant  reign  of  Don 
Roderick,  most  persons  are  familiar.  Among  the  first  of 
his  noblemen  was  Count  Julian,  Lord  of  Consuegra  and 
Algeziras ;  his  wife,  the  Countess  Frandina,  being  sister 
of  Witiza  and  Bishop  Orpas.  Enjoying  the  highest  dig 
nities,  being  one  of  the  "  espatorias "  or  "  royal  sword- 
bearers,"  he  was  also  appointed  commander  of  the  Spanish 
possessions  on  the  African  coast  of  the  strait,  then  threat 
ened  by  the  Arabian  followers  of  Mahomet,  establishing 
the  seat  of  government  at  Ceuta,  the  frontier  bulwark  on 
the  Mediterranean,  where  he  bravely  held  in  check  the 
Moslem  foe.  Before  his  departure  he  had  confided  his 
beautiful  daughter,  Florinda,  to  the  care  of  the  king  and 
his  queen  Exilona,  among  whose  "  maids  of  honor  "  she 
was  enrolled.  The  betrayal  of  this  trust  by  Don  Roderick 
aroused  the  most  agonized,  bitter  feelings  of  an  outraged 
father,  who,  casting  all  thought  of  honor,  loyalty,  and 
love  of  country  upon  one  funeral  pyre  of  scathing,  consum 
ing  revenge  for  .the  wrongs  received  from  his  sovereign, 
formed  one  of  the  blackest  schemes  of  treason  known  to 
history,  in  which  he  was  aided  by  his  brother-in-law 
Orpas.  Calling  together  his  friends  and  adherents,  he 
revealed  his  injuries,  and  unfolded  his  plans  to  dethrone 
Don  Roderick,  falsely  pretending,  at  the  same  time,  it  was 
his  intention  to  raise  one  of  the  sons  of  Witiza  to  the 
throne ;  proposing  they  should  seek  the  aid  of  Muza  ben 


INTRODUCTION. 

Nosier,  the  Arabian  emir  or  general,  in  Mauritania,  for 
that  purpose ;  while  it  was  his  secret  determination  to  "be 
tray  his  country  without  reservation  to  the  Moslem,  thus  prov 
ing  himself  doubly  traitor. 

The  Caliph,  with  joyful  amazement,  gladly  acceded  to 
the  call,  when  Don  Roderick,  in  the  happy  security  of 
his  power,  and  Spain  in  the  height  of  her  glory  and  peace 
ful  bliss,  were  surprised  and  inundated  by  legions  of  tur- 
baned  troops !  Don  Roderick,  falling  at  the  battle  of 
Xeres,  a  panic  ensued,  and  "  Taric  el  Tuerto,"  the  Arabian 
general,  took  possession  of  the  camp.  The  escaping  Chris 
tians  fled  to  Auseva,  one  of  the  Asturian  mountains,  where, 
at  the  opening  of  the  poem,  they  are  dwelling  in  caves, 
awaiting  a  propitious  moment  for  the  recovery  of  their 
rights,  and  the  expulsion  of  the  Moors.  Don  Pelayo,  next 
in  line  to  the  throne,  having  been  taken  prisoner,  was,  on 
account  of  his  known  honor  and  nobleness  of  character, 
allowed  the  freedom  of  the  city  of  Seville,  upon  his 
"  parole  d'honneur."  Previous  to  which,  the  story  sup 
poses  him  to  have  been  betrothed  to  Zillah,  daughter  of 
Count  Eudon,  a  powerful  lord,  who,  to  save  his  life  and 
vast  possessions,  became  an  apostate  and  renegade,  favor 
ing  the  suit  of  Abdelaisis,  governor  of  the  country,  and 
son  of  Muza,  for  the  hand  of  his  already  plighted  daughter. 

For  the  substance  of  the  two  legends,  here  woven  into 
rhyme,  the  author  is  indebted  to  the  kindness  of  the 
lamented  Washington  Irving,  who  most  courteously  prof 
fered  her  the  free  use  of  any  of  his  writings  that  might 
subserve  her  purpose. 

The  poem  opens  during  the  sufferings  of  the  Christians, 
while  the  Moors  are  in  the  height  of  joyful  power. 


CHARACTERS. 

DON  RODERICK,  last  king  of  the  Visi-Goths,  son  of  Theodofredo. 

DON  PELAYO,  the  founder  of  the  Spanish  monarchy,  son  of  Favila. 

EBBA,  eon  of  Witiza. 

UKBAN,  Archbishop  of  Toledo. 

CEXTERIO,  a  venerable  Archbishop. 

ORPAS,  Archbishop  of  Seville,  brother  to  "Witiza  and  Frandina,  a  traitor. 

COUNT  PEDRO,  -\ 

PELISTES, 

THEODMIR,  J.  Xoble  and  brave  Spanish  knights. 

ATAULPHO, 

ROMIRO,  ) 

ALPHOXSB,  eon  of  Count  Pedro. 

GOMEZ,  son  of  a  nobleman,  and  page  to  Pelayo. 

COUNT  JULIAN,  a  bravo  Spanish  nobleman,  turned  traitor  and  apostate, 

from  revenge. 
COUXT  EUDOX,   a  Spanish  nobleman,  father  of  Zillah,  an  apostate  and 

renegade. 

TEXDERO,  a  Spanish  renegade. 
MCZA  BEX  XOZIER,  the  Arabian  Emir. 
ABDELAISIS,  son  of  the  Emir,  and  Governor  of  Spain. 
TARIC  EL  TUERTO,*  the  "one-eyed"  Arabian  General. 
SULEIMAN,     ) 
ALCAHMEN,   |  Boorish- Generals. 

TARIC  BEN  ZETAD,  ) 

MAGU.D,  }  Moorish  Clnefs. 

ZiLLAH,t  daughter  of  Count  Eudon,  and  betrothed  to  Pelayo. 

IXEZ.t  lady  in  waiting  to  Zillah. 

LADY  CoxsTANCE,t  wife  of  Count  Pedro. 

*  El  Tnerto,  meaning  "  one-eyed." 

i  Thes«  are  fiincy  names.    The  historical  uaine  of  tLd  wife  of  Pelayo  was  Gaudlosa. 


PR'O  EM, 


PROEM. 

WEAVE  we  now  an  epic  rhyme 
Of  the  olden  Moorish  time, 
When,  in  Seville's  citron  bowers, 
On  perfumed  breezes  sped  the  hours, 
And  love,  and  song,  and  roundelay, 
And  merry  dance  chased  out  the  day  ; 
When  Moorish  blood  all  proudly  coursed, 
While  Spain's  bold  hearts  grew  faint  with  woe, 
'Keath  foreign  yoke  to  bend  now  forced, 
Of  base  invading  Moslem  foe  ! 

When  Julian,  the  "  Traitor  Count," 
Had  called  his  minions  to  the  mount 
" La  Sierra  de  Calderin" 
(The  Mount  of  Treason  dark,  and  sin), 
Where,  on  its  rocky  summit  high, 
With  heart  as  hard,  and  evil  eye 


14  P  K  O  E  M  . 

(As  Lucifer,  the  son  of  night 

Erst  tempted  Him  of  glory  bright), 

Urged  he,  in  wily,  serpent  way, 

Spain,  once  so  dear,  they  should  betray  ! 

Vengeful,  Don  Rod'rick  to  dethrone, — 

King  Wit'za's  son  alone  to  own 

In  regal  honor  o'er  their  race  ; — 

And  still,  with  treach'rous  cunning  base, 

Plead  "  to  assist  their  numbers  weak, 

Muza  ben  Nozier's  aid  they  seek," — 

The  Arab  chief,  who  joyfully 

His  troops  would  lend  to  treachery. 

While  Orpas,  bishop, — priest  of  night, 
As  prince  of  darkness  "  clothed  in  light,"- 
His  sacred  vesture's  purity 
Gov'ring  deceit  and  infamy, 
Unholy  sanction  vile  did  yield, 
Trait'rous  to  prove  on  battle  field ! 
E'en  would  himself,  near  Rod'rick  e'er, 
Lead  to  the  net  they  should  prepare, 
And  when  in  hottest  combat  siege, 
Perfidious,  betray  his  liege  ! 
With  army's  wing  would  basely  pass 
His  forces  to  the  impious  mass ! 


PKOEM.  15 

While  Julian,  twice  traitor  !  planned 
Full  to  betray  his  native  land 
To  turban'd  Moslem  horde  alone  ! 
Hurling  Don  Roderick  from  the  throne 
For  selfish  end ; — nor  cared  or  thought, 
So  that  he  vengeance  fully  wrought : 
For  private  ill  from  royal  king 
To  ruin  would  his  country  bring  ! 

Amazed !  from  Tangier's  sea-girt  shore, 
The  Caliph  Waled  Almanzor 
Received  the  traitor's  missive  bold 
That  thus  his  country  basely  sold  ! 
O'erjoyed,  exclaiming,  "  God  is  great ! 
Mahomet,  Prophet,  wields  our  fate  !  " 
And  "  Taric  el  Tuerto  "  *  chose 
To  lead  against  the  Christian  foes  ; 
Who,  soon,  a  hardy  Arab  troop, 
Twelve  thousand  strong,  prepared  to  swoop, 
As  birds  of  prey,  o'er  stormy  Strait 
Of  Hercules,  and  frightful  wake 
Tarifa's  shore  and  Calpe's  rock 
With  "  Techir  "  f  war-cry's  wild'ring  shock. 

*  Taric,  called  by  the  Arabs  "El  Tuerto"  (the  one-eyed),  he  hav 
ing  but  one  eye. 

t  "  Alia  Akbar"  (God  is  most  mighty),  the  Techir  war-cry  of  the 
Arabs. 


16 


P  B  O  E  M  . 

Dark  was  the  night — wild  was  the  way 
Where  Taric  led  to  battle  fray  ; 
Whose  "  Pass,"  Theodmir  guarded  well, 
Until  his  Christian  warriors  fell ; 
Where  bravely  made  he  boldest  stand 
All  resolute,  with  Spanish  band, 
That  "  Pass  "  to  guard  with  numbers  small, 
Save  Cross  and  land,  or  nobly  fall. 
But  Arab  numbers  master  great, 
Forced  to  retreat  Theodmir' s  fate  ; 
While  "  Taric  el  Tuerto  "  bold, 
His  standard  raised  on  Calpe's  Hold  ; 
And  "  Gibel  Taric  "  *  gave  it  name, 
In  mem'ry  of  first  victory's  fame. 

Joined  then  Theodmir,  Ataulpho, 
The  prince,  to  meet  th'  invading  foe, 
When  Calpe's  summits,  dim  and  gray, 
Were  bright'ning  in  the  dawn's  first  ray ; 
Who  thus  his  men  inspiring  cheered, 
As  "  Gibel  Taric^s  Hold  "  they  neared  : 
"  Never  should  we  sheathe  good  sword 
While  the  dark,  invading  horde, 
Infidels  accursed  !  may  stand 
To  defile  our  Christian  land  ! 

*  Now  Gibraltar. 


PRO  EM.  17 

assail  we,  firm  and  bold, 
Birds  of  prey  in  rugged  "  Hold." 
Rout  the  vulture,  dark-souled  flock, 
From  our  own  loved  mountain  rock  ! 
Long  the  day,  our  lances  keen — 
Let  not  setting  sun  of  e'en 
Shine  upon  one  living  foe, 
Lying  not  our  captive  low." 

Answered  they  with  shouts  his  word, 
As  advancing  now  they  heard 
Clash  of  cymbal,  trumpet  bray, 
From  their  mountain  rock-bound  way  ; 
Glitt'ring  bright  with  helm  and  spear, 
Moslem  banners  floating  near  ! 

On  a  rock,  in  bold  relief, 
Stands  the  gaunt  "  Tuero  "  chief, 
Brandishing  two-pointed  spear, 
As  his  leaders,  inarching  near, 
He  exhorts  the  prince  to  slay, 
Thus  insuring  vict'ry's  day  ; 
Crying,  "  Chiefs  all  slain,  Iwist^ 
Followers  will  fade  as  mist !  " 

'Mid  the  Gothic  nobles  there, 
Prince  Ataulpho  shone  most  fair ; 


18  PEG  K  M  . 

Youthful  grace,  and  majesty, 
Crowning  dauntless  bravery : 
Borne  on  a  charger  fiercely  bold, 
Caparisoned  in  ample  fold 
Of  crimson  velvet,  'broidered  seen 
In  brilliant  threads  of  golden  sheen. 
Wrought  in  gold  his  surcoat  too, 
Velvet,  crimson,  still  in  hue. 
Waving  plumes  of  snowy  white 
O'er  his  burnished  helmet  bright ; 
While  ten  mounted  pages  bear 
Weapons  keen  for  battle  fare. 

Bravely  charge  the  Christian  band, 
Now,  the  spoilers  of  their  land  ! 
Filled,  each  Spanish  heart,  with  fire 
Of  his  olden  Gothic  sire ! 

Planned  the  wily  Taric  well ! 
Christian  leaders  sadly  fell, 
One  by  one, — while  Ataulpho, 
Struggling,  sees  impending  woe  ! 
Through  the  thickest  of  the  fight, 
Calling  for  each  bold,  good  knight ; 
But,  alas  !  few  answer  gave, 
'Mid  the  dead  and  dying  brave  ! 


P  It  O  E  M  .  19 

With  his  "  handful  warrior  band  " 
Vain  he  seeks  to  save  their  land. 
Foremost  in  the  Moslem  van 
Meeteth  Julian's  partisan, 
Tendero,  who  leadeth  on 
Recreant  Christians  !  honor  gone  ! 
Apostates  !  renegades  !  each  son 
To  Prophet  sold  !  by  Eblis  won  ! 

Flashed  then  Ataulpho's  raven  eye, 
Tendero,  traitor,  to  espy ! 
Reared  in  his  father's  palace  court, 
Thus,  to  the  Moslem  service  bought ! 
"  Well,  dost  thou,  traitor!"  cried  he  there, 
"  Thus  to  attack,  in  battle  share, 
The  son  of  him  who  gave  thee  bread  ! 
Thy  lord  !  now  numbered  with  the  dead  ! 
Thou,  who  betrayest  Cross  and  God ! 
Thy  native  soil !  thy  country's  sod  !  " 

Boldly,  then,  with  upraised  lance, 
Did  Ataulpho  brave,  advance  ; 
For  his  vengeance  fierce  essayed ! 
Furious  charged  the  renegade  ! 
But  Tendero,  void  of  fear, 
Met  the  prince  in  mid-career, 


20  P  E  O  E  M . 

Crushed  his  lance  upon  his  shield, 
Crying,  "  Yield,  Ataulpho,  yield  !  " 
When  the  prince,  from  saddle-bow, 
Grasped  his  mace,  to  meet  the  foe  ; 
And  all  frightful  grew  the  strife, 
Fierce  the  contest  dire,  for  life  ! 
Yet,  ne'er  triumphed  trait'rous  blade, 
Treason's  curse  e'er  on  it  laid  ! 
Paralyzed,  the  dastard  hand 
That  would  turn  'gainst  native  land ! 
Vain,  Tendero  did  essay 
Renegado  sword  to  play ! 
But,  between  his  armor's  greaves 
Ataulpho  a  stroke  receives, 
Which  returneth  he  full  well ! 
Crushing  helm  and  skull,  it  fell ! 
Armor  rattling  'neath  the  blow, 
Bold,  that  laid  Tendero  low. 
But,  alas  !  e'en  at  that  hour, 
Azreal's  raven  wing  did  lower  ! 
O'er  the  noble  Atanlpho, 
The  death  angel's  wing  of  woe  ! 
For,  by  an  Arab  javelin  hurled, 
Transfixed,  Ataulpho's  charger  whirled, 
And  reeling,  fell — in  death  to  lie ; 
When  quick  Taric  ben  Zeyad,  nigh, 


P  li  O  E  M  .  21 

Spurred  on,  with  scimitar's  keen  blow 

To  lay  the  Prince  Ataulpho  low ! 

Whom,  sinking,  covered  with  his  gore, 

His  pages  to  a  streamlet  bore, 

To  stanch  the  wound,  and  bathe  the  face 

Of  that  brave  prince  of  royal  race, 

Who  faintly  oped  his  eyes,  to  say, 

"  How  fares  the  battle  ?    Whose  the  day  ?  " 

And  thus,  upon  the  cold  ground  there, 

Breathed  he  his  last,  his  dying  prayer ! 

Confessed  his  sins — no  friar  near, — 

Then  to  the  earth,  that  soil  so  dear, 

Pressing  his  lips  in  fond  farewell, 

Exhausting,  fainting,  backward  fell, 

Sinking  beneath  death's  with'ring  blight, 

While  from  its  form  his  soul  took  flight ! 

When  Arab  warriors,  rushing  by, 

Smote  off"  his  head  ! — with  triumph's  cry 

Of  "  Lo  !  the  Christian  leader's  head  !  " 

Which,  on  a  lance,  all  gory  red, 

With  surcoat  of  the  prince,  bore  they 

To  Taric, — and,  to  trumpet's  bray, 

And  zel  and  atabaTs  resound, 

Thus  marched  the  battle  field  around  ! 


22  PROEM. 

With  horror  dire,  and  wild  affright, 
The  Christians  gazed  upon  that  sight ! 
Loved  features  ! — surcoat  of  their  lord, — 
Thus  borne  in  triumph  by  the  horde  ! 
In  vain  Theodmir  rallied  there ! 
No  more  of  combat  would  they  share  ; 
But,  casting  battle  weapons  by, 
By  Moors  pursued,  they  wildly  fly, 
Until  the  darkness  of  the  night 
Frustrated  chase,  and  aided  flight ; 
When  turned  to  Christian  camp  the  Moor, 
Of  plunder's  spoil  abundant,  sure. 

Ill  befits  it  me  to  tell 
How,  on  Xeres,  Christians  fell ; 
Tomes  elaborate,  filled  there  are 
With  that  bloody  battle's  fare, 
Penned  by  hands  of  able  might, 
Bards,  of  inspiration's  light, 
Telling  how  the  Moslem  pour, 
Dark'ning  fair  Guad'lete's  shore  ; 
Where,  the  land  of  Xeres  through, 
Beauteous  winds  her  stream  to  view  ; 
How,  that  battle's  dawning  day, 
When  the  earth  in  darkness  lay, 


PROEM.  23 

Or  ere  the  breaking  of  the  light, 
Arrayed  Don  Rod'rick  for  the  fight ; 
Sent  for  Bishop  Urban  then, 
Holiest  of  priestly  men  ; 
Laid  aside  the  regal  crown, 
By  the  prelate  knelt  him  down. 
Sins  confessed,  was  shriven  there, 
Bowed,  uncovered,  low  in  prayer, 
Mass  and  euch'rist  to  receive, 
Ere  for  combat  taking  leave. 

Now,  prepared  for  battle  fray, 
He,  "  El  Cid,"  *  doth  bear  his  way, 
In  the  pomp  and  state  all  bold 
Of  the  Gothic  kings  of  old, 
Grand,  in  robe  of  gold  brocade, 
Sandals  diamond  wrought,  arrayed  ; 
Wearing  crown  of  jewels  rare, 
Bearing  sceptre,  rubied  fair ; 
Borne  in  iv'ry  chariot  white, 
Axletrees  of  silver  bright, 
Wheels  and  pole  of  burnished  gold  ; 
Canopy  of  golden  fold 
Rich  embossed  with  precious  stone, 
That  as  starry  heavens  shone ; 
*  Don  Roderick,  called  by  the  Arabs  "  El  Cid  "  (the  Lord). 


24:  PROEM. 

Drawn  by  snowy  palfreys  white, 
Draped  in  crimson  velvet  bright ; 
Pearls,  in  rich  embroid'ry  seen, 
Flecking  all  in  fleecy  sheen. 
A  thousand  youthful  cavaliers 
Surround  the  car, — choice  grenadiers, 
Of  noble  blood,  a  gallant  band, 
Knighted  by  Don  Rod'rick's  hand, 
Cased  in  gilded  armor  bright, 
Helmet-plumes  of  snowy  white, 
Surcoats,  scarfs  of  varied  hue, 
Forming  tableau  fair  to  view ! 

Fadeth  soon,  alas !  the  scene, 
Into  darkness  dire,  I  ween  ! 
When  Orpas,  base,  turns  with  his  band 
Most  treach'rous  'gainst  his  native  land. 
Then  wild  confusion,  massacre, 
And  horror's  fright  attendant  were  ! 
When,  casting  royal  mantle  far, 
Rod'rick  descendeth  from  the  car, 
And,  springing  on  his  fav'rite  steed, 
Orelia,  bravely  taketh  lead, 
With  lance  and  buckler  grasped  in  hand, 
To  rally  his  retreating  band. 


PROEM.  25 

But  Arab  foes  come  thick'ning  round, 
With  trusted  subjects,  traitors  found ! 
'Mid  loyal*  knights,  now  falling  fast, 
Was  seen  the  king,  brave  to  the  last ! 
Till  Chrysus'  *  waves,  in  sad  refrain, 
His  requiem  chant  in  mournful  strain  ! 

And  Xeres'  plain  lay  red  with  gore, 
Where  he,  "  El  Cid,"  had  fallen  low  ! 
And  stained  with  blood,  Guad'lete's  shore, 
From  brave,  and  royal  art'ries  flow ! 
When  they,  the  saved  from  battle  strife, 
All  hope  now  o'er, — for  freedom,  life, 
To  fair  Auseva's  bosom  fly, 
For  refuge  'mid  her  mountains  high. 

While  craven  ones  to  Moslem  bend — 
Their  souls  and  honor  basely  lend, 
Frail,  paltry  lucre  to  retain 
In  coffers,  towers,  and  lands  of  Spain ! 
Twining  the  badge  of  sinful  shame, 
That  doth  the  name  of  Christ  defame, 
In  turban  folds,  with  Crescent  placed, 
O'er  brows  where  erst  the  Cross  was  traced  ! 

*  The  ancient  name  of  the  Guadalete. 
2 


P  B  O  E  M . 

WMle  brave  Pelayo,  next  in  line, 

Through  Favila,  to  Spanish  throne, 

'Mid  palace  courts  doth  captive  pine  ; 

On  "palabra  de  honor  "  alone 

To  roam  at  will  through  court  and  tower, 

But  pris'ner  still,  in  Seville's  walls, 

'Mid  Moorish  feast  and  pomp  and  power, 

Captive  in  his  own  princely  halls  ! 

Where  Muza  holdeth  royal  court, 

And  Abdelaisis,  prince,  his  son, 

As  bride,  Count  Eudon's  daughter  sought, 

Long  since  by  brave  Pelayo  won ; 

Betrothed  and  pledged  by  willing  sire, 

Who  now,  apostate,  sad  doth  turn, 

To  shield  him  from  the  Moslem  ire, — 

With  infamy  his  soul  to  burn  ! 

And  fain  would  force  his  beauteous  child 

To  list  the  royal  chieftain's  love  ! 

Would  rend  her  heart  with  anguish  wild — 

Break  vows,  long  registered  above  ! 


PEL  AT  O. 


PELATO. 


CAXTO  I. 

ALL  bright  the  orb  of  day  now  turns 

His  glowing  course  unto  the  west, 
That  rich  in  crimson  blushes  burns, 

As  now,  within  her  bosom  blest, 
He  slowly  sinks,  while  evening  star 

Smiles  brightly  over  hill  and  glade, 
And  spreadeth  twilight  calm,  afar 

Her  dewy  veil,  in  deep'ning  shade  ; — 
When  turneth,  too,  Pelayo  bold, 

With  lover's  step,  toward  myrtle  bower, 
His  maiden  pure,  fond  to  enfold, 

At  balmy  eve's  sweet  trysting  hour ; 


30  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

When,  one  by  one,  the  stars  of  night, 
As  angels'  eyes,  gleam  through  the  veil 

Of  heavenly  azure,  beaming  bright 

O'er  tower  and  mosque,  through  grove  and 
dale. 

Twilight  is  sleeping  on  the  plain, — 

Sweetly  the  bulbul  pours  its  note, 
Her  "  Ave  Maria  "  vesper  strain, 

All  gently  on  the  breeze  to  float : 
I  marvel  that  she  trills  so  long ! 

How  fondly  deep  her  tones  to-night ! 
While  sings  she  o'er  and  o'er  her  song, 

As  though  inspired  by  scene  so  bright ! 
Art  warbling  thou  for  that  fair  maid, 

Who,  when  the  dew-drop  kissed  the  rose, 
Erst  to  thy  bower  so  loving  strayed, 

At  twilight's  gentle,  balmy  close  ? 
Why  lingers  she  in  marble  hall  ? 

While  throbs  Pelayo's  heart  with  fear, 
With  rustling  breeze  to  bound  or  fall, 

Sighing,  "  She  cometh  not  to  cheer  '  " 
How  press  his  lips  the  flow'rets  sweet 

His  loved  one  left  to  wither  there  ! 
Why  doth  his  heart  so  wildly  beat  ? 

Why  tarries  thus  his  Zillah  fair  ? 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  31 

Bright  gleam  the  lights  from  tower  and  hall, 

And  brighter  still  from  maidens'  eyes, 
While,  light  as  snowflakes'  gentle  fall, 

Fair  feet  keep  time  to  melodies. 
Now  flash  Pelayo's  dark  orbs  deep, 

As  merry  strains  fall  on  his  ear  : 
"  Why  faileth  she  her  tryst  to  keep  ? 

Why  comes  she  not  my  heart  to  cheer  ? 
Thou  mockest  me,  O  bird  of  night ! 

With  notes  of  joy,  so  blithe  and  free  ! 
How  can  ye  beam,  fair  stars  so  bright, 

WTiile  she  forgets  her  love  and  me  ? 
O  Abdelaisis  !  well  I  trow, 

My  trusty  blade  will  question  thee, 
If,  in  thy  pride  and  power,  e'er  thou 

Dare  come  between  my  love  and  me ! 
Go,  take  thy  bride  from  all  the  fair, 

The  daughters  proud  of  Spain's  rich  towers, 
Thy  wealth,  thy  pomp,  and  rank  to  share, 

Seek  not  my  flower  from  these  dear  bowers  ! 
But  hush,  my  heart !  be  quelled,  my  ire ! 

List !  list !  a  fairy  step  I  hear  ! 
'Mid  sound  of  castanet  and  lyre, 

It  draweth  lightly,  gently  near  ! 
The  dewy  flowers  bend  in  her  path, 

Shedding  their  perfumed  breathings  round  ; 


32  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Oil !  hushed  is  now  my  soul's  vain  wrath, 
With  joy  alone  its  pulses  bound. 

O  bird  of  night,  thy  note,  how  sweet ! 
O  stars  !  how  bright  ye  shine  ! 

My  love  !  my  Zillah  !  now  I  meet, — 
Ay,  swarthy  Moor,  she's  mine  !  " 

"  Yes,  yes,  Pelayo  !  thine  fore'er, 

Come  weal,  come  woe  to  thee  or  me  ! 
Though  ne'er  on  earth  thy  home  to  share, 
In  brighter  realms  I'll  dwell  with  thee  !  " 

"  What  mean  thy  words  ?    Why  tremblest  thou 

As  aspen  quivers  to  the  wind  ? 
That  daring  Moor,  full  well  I  trow, 

Would  seek  with  his  thy  fate  to  bind  ; 
E'en  too  well  sure  that  even  now 

Thou'st  stolen  from  his  words  of  love, 
To  keep  last  evening's  whispered  vow, 

Breathed  here  to  me,  my  trembling  dove  ! 
And  well  I  ken  the  foul,  black  stain 

That  on  thy  father  rests — O  woe  ! 
A  renegade  to  God  and  Spain  ! 

Would  give  his  daughter  to  our  foe  ! 

"  And  though  my  word  is  pledged  to  bide 
Within  these  walls  till  yon  moon's  wane, 


PELAYO.  33 

Captive,  on  Guadalquiver's  side ! 

A  pris'ner  in  my  fallen  Spain ! 
Yet,  when  her  disk  once  more  shall  rise 

In  yonder  heavens,  an  omen  bright 
To  Spain,  to  us — light  of  mine  eyes  ! 

I'll  bear  thee  hence  by  her  pure  light. 
For  thou  wert  mine  by  bond,  as  word, 

Acknowledged  mine,  by  sire  and  court, 
Ere  that  deep  clarion  blast  was  heard, 

And  craven  souls  were  basely  bought ! 
That  tocsin  ~bell,  that  pealing  rang 

Its  deep-toned  notes  of  groaning  woe 
In  quick,  successive,  frightful  clang 

Wild  call  to  meet  the  rushing  foe  ! 
That  Moorish  blast  of  death  and  woe 

That  hurled  destruction  in  its  breath, 
As  sweeps  the  fierce  ;  Siroc?  all  low, 

Before  its  path  in  horrid  deatTi ! 

"  Ah  !  worse  than  Simoon's  roar,  the  note, 

That  roused  our  happy,  slumb'ring  Spain, 
And  raised  the  Crescent  flag  to  float 

In  triumph  o'er  Don  Rod'rick  slain ! 
Fierce,  madly  rushed  that  swarthy  throng, 
With  one  wild  swoop,  as  birds  of  prey — 


2* 


34  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

That  turban'd  host,  'mid  clash  of  gong, 
And  scimitars'  bright  flashing  ray  ! 

When  fell  that  noble  cavalier, 
Ramiro,  'mid  the  Christian  dead, 

And  royal  standard — omen  drear  ! 

Lay  spreading  'neath  vile  Moslem  tread  ! 

Its  burnished  staff  sad  rent  in  twain, 

That  proudly  bore  our  arms  of  Spain  ! 

Low,  fallen  on  the  battle  field  ! 

Prophetic  that  we  soon  must  yield  ! 

"  With  sickly  glare  the  sun  arose 

Morns  eight,  upon  Guad'lete's  shore, 
O'er  Xeres'  plain,  dark  with  our  foes, 

And  welt'ring  in  her  children's  gore  ; 
And  evenings  eight,  set  dark  that  sun, 

O'er  bravely  struggling  Christians  there, 
Whose  pure  heart's  blood,  all  freely  run 

As  Holocaust  in  country's  share  ! 
Until  the  regal  arm  was  felled, 

Until  Don  Rod'rick's  hand  was  cold ! 
And  royal  blood  from  heart-fount  welled, 

And  ceased  the  dauntless  war-strokes  bold ! 
When,  lowly  on  his  mother  earth, 

That  kingly  form  was  lain, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  35 

Where  passed  unto  his  '  second  birth ' 

Don  Rod'rick  'niid  the  slain ! 
In  '  royal  robe,  and  horned  helm,' 

And  bright  enamelled  mail ; 
When  dark  despair  did  all  o'erwhelm ! 

With  horror  each  heart  quail ! 
Then  fainted,  strongest,  bravest  heart ! 

Then  Hope,  herself,  took  wing ! 
Dismay,  confusion,  bearing  part ! 

FalTn !  falTn !  Rod'rick !  king  ! 

"  And  poor  Oreliaf  riderless, 

And  wild  Moors  rushing  on 
As  beasts  of  prey,  all  merciless, 

With  yell  and  '  Techir »  song ! 
While  Spain's  brave  blood  poured  gushing  o'er, 

As  wine  from  out  the  vintner's  press, 
Her  vineyards,  ' patios,'  f  all  gore ! 

As  though  no  God  to  save  or  bless. 

"  O  fatal  day !  O  morn  of  woe  ! 
ISTo  marvel  that  our  Cross  fell  low ! 
God's  blessed  day,  so  desecrate  ! 
Palm  Sunday  !  stained  with  crimson  date  ! 

*  Roderick's  war  horse.  t  Courts. 


36  PELAYO. 

O  bloody  field  of  Chrysus'  shore  ! 

'  Campo  de  la  Verdadl"** 
Fitter,  «  El  Campo  del  Dolor  1 '  f 

Dark  Hades'  gory  path ! 

"  And  countless  hosts  of  Arab  power 

Swarmed  on,  with  Moslem  foes, 
And  minaret,  and  crescent  tower, 

And  golden  mosque  arose 
'Mid  convent  groves,  and  Christian  dell, 

And  heath-clad  hill  and  plain, 
Where  cross  and  altar  sadly  fell, 

And  sacred  walls  of  Spain ! 
But  better  far  that  ev'ry  vein 

Of  Spain's  best  blood,  all  pure  and  brave, 
Should  bathe,  as  tears,  her  noble  slain, 

Than  recreant  turn,  base  life  to  save  ! 

"  Nay,  pardon  thou,  my  soul !  my  love ! 

I  would  not  wound  thy  gentle  heart, 
My  noble  one  !  my  purest  dove ! 

That  of  thy  father  hath  no  part. 
In  my  wild  grief  I  thoughtless  spake, 

Of  one  who  calls  thee  child,  I  know, 

*  The  field  of  truth.  t  The  field  of  woe. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  37 

Who  would  from  me  my  soul's  light  take, 
And  finish  well  his  work  of  woe ! 

"  Said  I  there  seemed  no  God  to  save 

Our  fallen  Spain,  forevermore  ? 
If  living,  there  remain  ten  brave 

Of  those  left  welt'ring  in  their  gore, 
God  will  not  long  avert  his  face 

From  our  dear  country's  bleeding  woes  ; 
Once  more  shall  rise  our  fallen  race, 

Scattered  shah1  be  our  cruel  foes, 
This  faithful  arm  shall  strike  one  blow 

With  valiant  knights,  our  land  to  free  ; — 
Spain,  desolate,  and  now  laid  low, 

Thy  banner,  proud  shall  wave  o'er  thee ! 

"  But  first,  my  nightingale  !  my  bird ! 

Must  wing  her  flight  with  me  away ; — 
Here  soon  again  her  notes  be  heard, 

When  victory  shall  crown  our  day ! 
In  Seville's -halls  and  bowers,  with  me, 

My  bride  !  my  queen  of  heart  and  throne  ! 
O  Spain !  I  fight  for  her  and  thee — 

'Twere  sad  to  strive  for  thee  alone  ; 
My  heart  would  faint,  were  no  bright  hope 

To  light  me  on  my  darkened  way, 


38  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

"No  gentle  tones  my  soul  awoke — 
No  eye  beamed  on  jne  loving  ray. 

"  Why  droops  my  trembling  bird  her  wings  ? 

Nay,  raise  those  tearful  eyes  above, 
For  bright  with  hope  my  soul  now  sings, 

For  6  vengeance,  victory  J  and  love  ! 
As  yonder  orb  from  out  that  cloud 

Is  glimm'ring  now,  in  misty  light, 
To  burst  in  full  effulgence  proud, 

So  shall  our  Spain  break  from  her  night ! 
Lo  !  as  she  now  reigns  calm,  serene, 

And  purely  bright,  in  yon  clear  sky, 
So  dost  thou  reign,  my  bosom's  queen, 

And  Spain's  shall  reign,  with  banner  high  ! 
And  as  those  stars  gleam  o'er  her  brow, 

Steadfast  and  faithful  in  their  ray, 
So  shine  our  loyal,  brave  hearts  now, — 

The  few  saved  from  that  carnage  day !  " 

Fondly  her  violet  orbs  she  turned 
On  him,  all  dewy  bright  with  tears ; 

While  in  their  depth  a  lustre  burned 
Of  love  and  faith,  of  hopes  and  fears. 

"  Ah !  yes,  I'll  raise  mine  eyes  to  thee, 

Light  of  my  soul !  mine  own  true  knight ! 


•V"1' 

• 


AV yonder  orb  from  out  that  cloud 
Is  irliinin'rinir  now.  in  misty  light. 
To  burst  in  full  effulgence  proud. 
So  shall  our  Spain  break  from  her  niirht ! 


PEL  A  TO.  39 

They  need  no  '  star '  or  '  moon  '  to  see  ; 

Thy  presence  maketh  all  things  bright ! 
My  cynosure  to  guide  in  love  ! 

My  firm,  unwav'ring  beacon  bright ! 
To  cheer  on  earth,  and  lead  above, 

Till  blend  our  souls  in  heav'nly  light ! 
But  ah  !  my  heart  grows  faint  with  fear, 

Lest  from  me  severed,  thou  shouldst  be, 
My  love  !  my  light !  in  night  most  drear 

Borne  down  in  battle's  raging  sea ! 
Nor  could  this  earthly,  frail  bark  breast 

Alone  and  desolate  life's  tide  ; 
Better  thy  bird  should  seek  her  nest 

Safe,  glad,  with  thee  on  mountain  side, 
Or  e'er  its  helm  another  take, 

E'en  though  alone,  on  stormy  sea ; 
The  bark  must  sink — this  poor  heart  break, 

Ere  guide  or  love  it  know  but  thee  ! 
Crave  I  no  throne,  or  courtly  train, 

!N"o  crown  upon  my  brow  to  shine, 
Pray  I  but  freedom  for  our  Spain, 

One  faithful  heart — thine,  dearest,  thine  ! 
Alas  !  how  wild,  how  vain  that  hope 

For  Spain  !  her  glory  now  so  shorn  ! 
In  bondage  base,  'neath  foreign  yoke  ! 

From  night  so  dark,  whence  cometh  mom  ! 


40  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Where  now  thy  noble,  stalwart  band  ? 

Where  our  bold  chiefs — brave  sons  of  Spain  ? 
All  crushed  and  scattered  o'er  her  land ! 

Or  martyred,  mouldering  with  her  slain  ! 
Fall'n  Cross  and  sceptre,  chief  and  king  ! 

Nay,  rush  not  madly  to  thy  grave  ! 
As  cygnet  fair,  thy  dirge  to  sing 

In  reckless  war  cry,  Spain  to  save  !  " 

Fondly  he  gazed,  with  love-lit  eye, 

Within  her  earnest  orbs  of  blue  ; 
As  starry  rays  from  heaven  lie 

In  crystal  waters,  mirrored  true. 
"  And  if,  as  cygnet  bird,  I  sing 

My  requiem  in  our  battle  cry, 
Her  parting  song  doth  sweetest  ring, 

As  mine  would,  love !  for  Spain  to  die. 
But  fear  thou  not,  my  life  !  my  love  ! 

N"o  swan-like  dirge  sing  I  forlorn, 
But,  as  the  lark  chants  dawn  above, 

So  herald  I  our  breaking  morn  ! 

"  Now  rest  that  dear  face  close  to  me, 
Thy  golden  tresses  next  my  cheek, 
While  in  thine  ear  I  breathe  to  thee 
A  dream  of  hope  I  may  not  speak. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  4:1 

Thou  dost  remember  my  young  page, 

Gomez,  that  stripling  of  sixteen, 
Who,  constant,  through  the  battle's  rage, 

Close  by  my  side  was  ever  seen  ? 
Dauntless  and  fearless  in  the  fight, 

As  bound  his  liege  and  Spain  to  save ! 
In  sooth,  it  was  a  goodly  sight, 

That  noble  boy,  so  young  and  brave  ! 
But,  when  the  fray  grew  madd'ning  wild, 

And  fiercely  rushed  the  dark  horde  on, 
Borne  with  them  was  that  faithful  child ; 

I  turned — to  find  him  from  me  gone  ! 
And  how,  I  need  not  tell  to  thee, 

My  heart  for  him  has  sorely  bled, 
Whom  ne'er  I  thought  again  to  see, 

But  sadly  numbered  with  the  dead  ! 

"  Thy  precious  form  last  eve  had  passed 

Scarce  fifteen  moments  from  my  view, 
And  I  had  turned  me  from  my  last 

Fond  gaze,-  and  sad,  oh !  sad  adieu  ! 
When  passing  near  the  ilex  trees 

That  grace  the  borders  of  you  bower, 
Heard  I  a  rustling,  as  the  breeze, 

And  at  my  feet  there  dropped  a  flower, 


P  E  L  A  T  O  . 

As,  parting  the  rich,  vines  so  bright, 

All  drooped  their  crimson  buds  with  dew, 
A  voice  exclaimed,  "  My  liege  !  my  knight !  " 

And  Gomez  !  living !  met  my  view ! 
Bending  with  rapt'rous  rev'rence  deep, 

Mine  hands  with  kisses  wild  he  prest, 
Exclaiming,  '  God  my  liege  did  keep  ! 

Oh !  be  His  name  forever  blest ! ' 

"  Then  hastily  his  tale  he  told 

Of  one,  who  through  that  battle  day, 
Constant  on  me  kept  eye  o'er  bold, 

And  eager,  sought  full  oft  to  slay. 
'Twas  Ebba !  who,  with  direst  hate, 
Strove,  ever  fierce,  to  wind  my  fate 
In  speedy  death, — heart's  blood  to  spill, 
And  thus  his  hopes  and  vengeance  fill. 
Through  all  the  hottest  of  the  fight, 

That  Evil-eye  my  form  e'er  sought, 
Gleaming  with  murd'rous  intent  bright, 

With  envy,  malice,  deeply  fraught, 
And  baffled  rage, — for  well  he  knew 

35To  treach'rous  blow  could  reach  my  heart, 
While  that  brave  boy,  so  fondly  true, 

Close  from  my  side  would  never  part ; 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  '13 

And,  therefore,  thought  he  first  to  slay 
My  faithful  guard  ;  so  dastard  sword 

Aimed  full  at  me, — but  turned,  to  lay 
That  noble  boy  low  with  the  horde  ! 

"  Weak,  faint,  he  rose,  with  strongest  will 

To  serve  his  master  to  the  last, 
When  rushing  foe,  with  '  Techir"*  shrill, 

Bore  his  poor,  faulting  body  past. 
Bleeding  and  senseless  on  the  field, 

With  all  that  wretched,  dying  throng, 
Fell  that  poor  child, — my  guard  and  shield, 

As  rushing  Moors  swept  wild  along  ! 
At  midnight  hour,  'mid  hope  and  fear, 

One  of  his  kin,  who  searched  a  friend, 
Chanced  my  poor  Gomez'  moan  to  hear, 

To  save  him  from  untimely  end, 
And  bore  him  to  a  mountain  cave, 

Where  brave  and  fair  were  gath'ring  fast, 
While  others  sought  the  field,  to  save 

Their  dying,  ere  all  hope  were  past. 
And  thus  a  goodly  band  was  spared, 

Of  Spain's  brave,  fallen,  bleeding  race ; 
By  leech's  skill  all  gently  cared, 

To  fill  again  the  warrior's  place. 


4:4  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Assembled  there,  in  cave  and  glen, 
And  o'er  the  verdant  mountain  slope, 

Wait  Spain's  fair  daughters — loyal  men- 
Brave  hearts,  all  warm  and  bright  with  hope  ; 

Eager  upon  the  foe  to  rush — 
To  raise  our  battle  cry  again, 

The  miscreant  Saracen  to  crush 

For  '  Vengeance  !  Victory  !  and  Spain  ! ' 

But  now,  my  love  !  to  me  they  turn, 
Last  of  my  sad  and  princely  race  ! 

Each  heart  with  fervent  zeal  doth  burn, 
That  as  their  chief  I  take  my  place  ; 

To  lead  them  on,  as  chief  and  king, 
From  vale  and  mountain  call  they  now, 

That  soon  each  dale  and  height  may  ring 
With  one  avengeful,  patriot  vow. 

"  Learned  they,  I  dwelt  in  bondage  here, 

When,  as  a  peasant,  Gomez  came 
To  seek  me  out,  with  words  of  cheer, 

Of  quick  release  from  captive  shame. 
Him  send  they,  saying,  one  and  all, 

'  Go  now  unto  Abd'laisis'  court, 
Where  seek  Pelayo,  held  in  thrall, 

With  whom  on  Xeres'  field  we  fought. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  45 

Tell  him,  his  people,  unsubdued, 

His  Christian  chiefs,  all  faithful  stand, 
That  time  sufficient  hath  ensued, 

Since  Xeres'  fall,  and  wait  the  band ; 
That  he,  as  king,  shall  lead  them  on  ; — 

In  Theodmir's,  Urbino's  name, 
In  name  of  chiefs  to  glory  gone. 

We  pray  him,  save  our  country's  fame  ! ' 
And  loud  the  cry,  '  Save  thou  our  Spain ! 

Pelayo  !  now  our  only  hope ! 
Let  us  not  call  or  plead  in  vain ! 

Pelayo  !  break  our  hated  yoke  ! 
Too  long  we  pining,  fettered  groan  ! 

Restore,  in  thine  own  rightful  line, 
The  Spanish  sceptre — mount  thy  throne, 

And  raise  our  Cross,  and  Virgin  shrine ! ' 

"  And  now,  my  life  !  the  hour  draws  nigh 
When,  to  Asturia's  mountains  high, 
We  haste,  just  Heaven's  will  to  do  ; 
For  risen  bright  the  fire  anew, 
So  nearly  dead  ; — from  embers  past 
One  spark,  not  yet  extinct,  the  last, 
Breathed  on  by  souls  that  brook  no  shame, 
Hath  kindled  into  glorious  flame, 


46  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

To  sweep  th'  invader  from  our  path 

As  leaves  before  the  tempest's  wrath ; 

And  raise  a  beacon-light  on  high 

With  '  Santiago  ! '  battle  cry  ! 

Then  ne'er  may  it  be  said  that  I, 

Recr'ant  from  death  or  duty,  fly, 

And  thou  wilt  be  my  star  of  light, 

Sweet  love  !  to  cheer  to  freedom  bright ; — 

To  freedom  blest,  on  mountain  height, 

To  fair  Auseva's  heav'nly  air, 
Far  from  that  Crescent's  hateful  sight, 

With  me,  my  precious  one  !  I'll  bear,      *     * 
Nay,  list !  Bishop  Centerio,  sweet ! 

With  friends  and  maidens,  dear  to  both, 
Await  us  there,  with  love  to  greet, 

And  witness  all,  our  nuptial  troth : 
And  there,  in  God's  cathedral  grand, 

Lighted  by  myriad  stars  on  high, 
Guarded  by  angels  pure,  we'll  stand, 

Our  canopy,  the  glorious  sky. 
Its  columns,  oaks,  in  moonlit  sheen, 

Fluted  by  many  a  beauteous  vine  ; 
Our  carpet,  flowers  on  mossy  green, 

And  there,  my  life  !  I'll  make  thee  mine  ! 
The  holy  bishop  waits  us  there, 

To  join  our  hands,  as  hearts,  in  one, 


P  E  L  A  Y  0 .  47 

Ere  all  shall  join  in  one  vast  prayer 
That  God  will  bless  the  work  begun, 

For  Cross  and  Faith — for  fallen  Spain, 
And  TOW  to  fight,  and  bleeding  fall, 

So  that  her  banner  float  again 

O'er  battlement,  and  tower,  and  wall ! 

"  Light  of  my  soul !  wilt  fly  with  me, 

Far  from  thy  gorgeous  palace  home, 
Content  in  forest-wild  to  be, 

Or  with  thine  own  true  knight  to  roam  ? 
Oh  !  gently  will  I  guard  my  dove, 

And  though  in  wild-wood  be  her  nest, 
I'll  weave  it  close  with  flowers  of  love, 

Forever  blooming  in  my  breast ! 
And  thou  shalt  say,  in  after  power, 

That  marble  court  and  golden  dome, 
Are  not  so  dear  as  bird  and  flower, 

And  streamlet  of  our  mountain  home  !  " 

"  Wilt  fly  with.thee!    And  wouldst  thou  ask 

Yon  bird,  in  gilded  cage  so  fine, 
If  it  in  Freedom's  light  would  bask 

With  loving  mate,  or  fettered  pine  ? 
To  be  each  day  more  eager  sought 

To  nestle  in  a  tyrant  breast, 


48  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Until  at  length,  fierce,  rudely  caught, 

And  forced,  e'en  dying,  there  to  rest ! 
Nay  I  nay !  thou  couldst  not  leave  me  here 

To  be  the  "bride  of  Moslem-foe  ! 
And  I  but  shrank  in  maiden  fear, 

Lest  wrong,  ere  wedded,  hence  to  go. 
But  ever  noble,  true,  and  right, 

My  guide  !  my  light !  in  all  thou  art ! 
With  trusting  love  Pll  share  thy  flight, 

And  from  thee,  never,  never  part! 

"  Ha !  see  !  my  Sainted  Mother  dear ! 

In  spirit  pure  !  an  angel  mild  ! 
Smiles  sweetly,  as  she  draweth  near ! 

She  blesses  us  !  blesses  her  child ! 
Now  sadly  turns  she  toward  our  Hall, 

Where  floats  that  brazen,  impious  scroll, 
Proclaiming  my  lost  father's  fall ! 

Plead  !  mother !  plead  for  his  poor  soul ! 
Look !  tear-drops  swell  in  those  dear  eyes  ! 

All  mournfully  she  droops  her  head, — 
Now  smiles  on  us !  and  toward  yon  skies 

Floats  gently  on,  by  angels  led ! 
Bless  me  again  !  O  mother,  stay ! 

Smile  yet  once  more  !  and  bless  thy  child ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  4:9 

Bear  her,  oh,  bear  her  not  away ! 

In  mercy  stay  !  nor  drive  me  wild  !  " 
To  heaven,  outstretched  her  arms  she  threw, 

Piercing  its  depths  with  earnest  gaze  ! 
Raised,  poised,  as  if  for  flight — she  too 

Seems  angel  fair,  in  moonlit  rays  ! 
As  halo  floats  her  sunny  hair, 

Of  heaven's  own  blue,  soul-fraught  her  eyes, 
Fixed  on  that  mother,  till  through  air 

She  slowly  fadeth  in  those  skies  ! 
Then,  as  a  lily,  dew-drooped,  weak, 

All  sobbing  on  his  breast  she  fell, 
Who  fondly,  soothing  words  did  speak, 

Till  vanished  grief  'neath  love's  sweet  spell ! 
And  smiling  she,  as  blossom  bright 

In  sun's  reviving,  cheering  ray, 
Deems  her  blest  mother,  '  clothed  in  light,' 

Came — omen  of  a  happier  day ! 

"  My  precious  love !  this  waning  moon 

Absolves  me  full  from  '  word  or  bond,' 
So  must  we  hence,  and  that  right  soon, 

To  join  our  friends,  the  brave  and  fond. 
When  ev'ning  dews  the  third  shall  fall, 
Thou'lt  meet  me  'neath'  the  acacia  fair, 


50  PEL  A  TO. 

At  sunset  hour,  when  from  yon  wall 

Kings  forth  the  Moslem  cry,  '  To  prayer  ! ' 
When  prostrate  falls  each  turbaned  knave, 

And  cry  to  '  Allah '  that  dark  mass, 
We,  praying  God  to  bless  and  save, 

Will  from  those  walls  to  freedom  pass ! 
When  from  the  minaret's  high  wall, 
Her  outer  gallery,  doth  fall 
The  Muezzin's  last  <  Alia  Hu]  * 
Our  forms  no  more  the  guard  may  view  ! 
As  peasants,  home  from  market  trade, 

In  humble  guise,  on  good 'mules  strong, 
Ourselves,  Gomez,  thy  faithful  maid, 

Will  careless  wend  our  way  along  ; 
And  once  without  the  farther  wall 

With  thee,  my  precious  life  !  my  fair ! 
That  slave  may  scarce  on  '  Allah '  call, 

Whom  our  sure  flight  to  stop  might  dare. 
Gomez  will  bring  the  garbs  for  all, 

Which  don  we  o'er  our  vestures  here  ; 
And  in  our  panniers,  wardrobe  small, 

Will  full  suffice  for  rural  gear. 
Let  Inez  bring  by  stealth,  at  times, 

Thy  treasures  and  thy  robes,  my  bride  ! 

"Alia  Hu "  (" God,  the  Prophet"),  the  concluding  words  of  the 
Muezzin's  call  to  prayer. 


PELAYO.  51 

As  thou  dost  wish,  and  near  the  limes, 
Beneath  the  myrtle,  closely  hide." 

But  they  must  part — yon  silv'ry  moon 
Is  setting  now — fading  her  light ; 

The  sad  "  adieu  "  comes  all  too  soon — 
To  lovers  fond,  the  sad  "  good  night !  " 

"  Again  '  good  night,'  mine  angel  love  ! 

Whom  sainted  spirits  bright  attend, 
And  guarding,  shield  my  precious  dove 

For  me,  through  life,  life  without  end ! " 
Again,  again,  one  last  embrace  ! 

As  rending  heartstrings  thus  to  sever ! 
"  Once  more  our  tryst  in  this  dear  place, 

Again  to  part,  sweet  love  !  oh,  never  !  " 
Fluttered  her  white  robes  in  the  breeze, 

Fades  she,  as  angel,  from  his  sight ! — 
Now  moans  the  wind  through  orange  trees, 

And,  as  yon  moon,  waneth  his  light ! 


CANTO    II. 

THREE  weary  days  had  well  nigh  passed, 

And  sunset  hour  came  stealing  near, 
When  Zillah  turned  to  take  her  last, 

Sad,  fond  farewell  of  scenes  once  dear. 
Brushing  the  tear  that  dimmed  her  eye, 

For  shadowed  joys  and  past  hopes,  fled, 
Bright  flowers,  that  blossomed  but  to  die, 

All  sadly  stricken — withered — dead ! 
"  No  place  for  thee,"  she  mournful  sighed, 

"  111  seemeth  tear  or  sign  of  woe  ; 
A  loved  and  royal  chieftain's  bride, 

While  he  is  spared,  may  grief  ne'er  know." 

But  scarce  that  tear  to  fall  had  time, 
Ere  joy  beamed  forth  !  in  myrtle  bower, 

Beneath  the  acacia  fair,  and  lime, 
Her  lover  waits  th'  appointed  hour ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  53 

One  bound,  one  spring,  and  he  hath  pressed 
That  trembling  maiden  to  his  heart ! 

"  Star  of  my  soul !  my  bride  !  my  blessed ! 
Mine  own  for  aye  !  no  more  to  part !  " 

And  Inez  now  and  Gomez  bend, 

In  rustic  garb,  and  rev'rence  deep, 
With  earnest  zeal  and  care  to  tend, 

And  faithful  guard  still  anxious  keep  ; 
While  quickly  armor's  shining  mail, 

And  snowy  robe  of  finest  make, 
In  peasant  guise  they  closely  veil, 

And  each  on  arm  a  basket  take. 
But  scarce  an  arrow's  distant  flight, 

By  Guadalquiver's  rippling  side, 
In  grove  of  fig,  well  screened  from  sight, 

Their  sturdy  mules  had  Gomez  tied, 
Which  mounting,  they  with  hearts  of  fear 

Went  forth  amid  the  noisy  throng, 
From  bower,  and  "patio"  *  long  loved,  dear, 

With  careless  air,  and  light-hummed  song. 

And  the  Alcazar  leave  full  soon, 
Her  curling  pennons,  crescent  moon, 

*  Court. 


54  PELAYO. 

And  impious  scrolls  of  blasphemy, 
Floating  where  sacred  cross  should  be, 
O'er  Christian  gardens, — grand  arcade, 
Of  fluted  columns'  length'ning  shade, 
As  sinks  the  sun  in  glowing  west, 
With  glancing  beam  o'er  courts  to  rest, 
Of   olive  and  sweet  orange  flower, 
Radiant  in  sunset's  gorgeous  hour. 

And  thus,  with  anxious,  trembling  fear, 

They  meet  the  turbaned,  Eastern  throng ; 
Giralda's  tower  soon  passing  near, 

Mosque,  convent,  aqueduct  along  ; 
And,  as  beneath  the  palm  they  passed, 

The  brazen  statue,  beareth  there, 
Murmured  Pelayo,  "  Thus,  at  last, 

May  we  return  with  palm  branch  fair !  " 

ISTow,  Convent  of  the  Carmelite, 

Embowered  'mid  chestnuts'  richest  bloom, 
Beyond  their  Guadalquiver  bright, 

Behold  they,  in  deserted  gloom. 
]STo  cross  upraised  toward  heaven's  light, 
No  sacred  emblem  meets  the  sight ! 
With  flutt'ring  heart  they  rapid  pass 
'Mid  Arab,  Moor,  and  motley  mass, 


.,.,. 


When  soon,  with  joy  the  city  irate 
They  safely  reach,  ere  ceases  call 
Of  "  Alia  Hu!"  to  Prophet  irivat. 
And  praising  (,<>,!.  pass  from  the  wall ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  55 

While  clear  doth  ring  through  perfumed  air, 
The  Imaiims'  cry,  "  To  prayer !  to  prayer!" 
When  soon,  with  joy  the  city  gate 

They  safely  reach,  ere  ceases  call 
Of  "  Alia  Hu!"  to  "  Prophet  great," 

And  praising  God,  pass  from  the  wall ! 

"  Now,  God  be  praised  !  "  exclaimed  the  knight, 

"  For  this  sweet  breath  of  freedom's  air, 
With  thee,  my  star  of  beauty  bright, 

And  queen  of  every  virtue  rare  ! 
My  wild  flower  of  the  forest !  now 

Thou  bloomest  in  thy  rustic  dress, 
More  fair  to  me  than  when  all  bow 

To  thee  in  courtly  loveliness ! 
'  Mimosa  mia  ! '  trembling  thou  ? 

This  little  hand  scarce  guides  thy  rein ! 
'  Ammo,  vida  mia! 9  now, 

For  fear  and  terror,  love !  are  vain. 
Turn  thee,  my  life  !  behold  yon  wall, 

Where  Moslem  banners  glisten  bright ; 
E'en  now,  thou  seest,  we're  far  from  all, 

And  soon  will  fade  their  hateful  sight." 

"  It  is,  my  love  !  no  craven  fear 

Thrills  deep  my  heart,  unnerves  my  hand ; 


56  PEL  A  YO. 

But  terror,  that  thy  life,  so  dear, 
Be  thus  exposed  to  Moorish  band  ! 

Lest  that  our  flight  o'er  soon  be  known, — 
Captured  by  numbers,  sadly  sure  ! 

To  thee,  my  life  !  no  mercy  shown  ! 

And  I — forced  bride  of  that  vile  Moor  !  " 

"  Cheer  thee,  '  Mi  Alma  ! '  banish  fear, — 

For  not  until  the  nightingale 
Breathes  forth  her  love-strains,  sweetly  clear, 

Within  our  own  dear  parted  vale, 
Will  Abdelaisis  seek  thy  side, 

To  learn  my  bird  has  ta'en  her  flight ! 
Near  vulture  dark  no  more  to  bide, 

Or  patios,  seared  by  Moslem  blight. 
When,  thanks  to  Heav'n,  the  distance  wide 
'Tween  thee  and  him,  mine  own  !  my  bride  ! 
And  e'en  pursued,  full  well,  I  ween, 
Long  leagues  and  night  will  kindly  screen 
Us  from  all  ken,  or  sight  of  Moor, 
And  soon,  all  safe  in  refuge  sure 
Within  Auseva's  shelt'ring  arm, 
Where  ne'er  may  aught  affright,  or  harm 
My  dove,  enclosed  in  safest  nest 
Of  eyrie  bright,  on  loving  breast !  " 


FELAYO.  57 

"  Now  on  my  heart  doth  radiance  break ! 

Safe,  safe  with  thee  !  thine,  only  thine  ! 
My  noble  oak !  storm  ne'er  may  shake, 

And  I,  thy  weak  but  clinging  vine. 
And  thus  all  fear  I  cast  aside, 
Thy  loving,  true,  and  trusting  bride  : 
More  blithe  my  nest,  on  mountain  height, 
With  thee,  mine  own!  'neath  heaven's  light, 
Than  Alcazar  whose  walls  of  gold, 
Would  but  a  pining  birdling  hold ; 
Beating  her  wings  'gainst  rubied  bar, 
Moaning  for  freedom,  love,  afar, 
Dying,  beneath  the  with'ring  breath 
Of  loathed  love — far  worse  than  death  !  " 
And  thus,  in  converse  fond,  they  led 

Their  loving,  onward  way, 
And  many  a  league  had  rapid  sped, 

Long  ere  the  close  of  day. 

Happily  they  onward  wend, 
Smiling  skies  above  them  bend, 
Hope,  her  radiance  lends,  to  cheer, 
Chasing  ev'ry  darksome  fear. 
Rich  and  lovely  is  the  scene  ! 
Soft'ning  now  in  shades  of  e'en, 


58  PEL  A  TO. 

Far  ascending  mountains  high, 
Looming  toward  the, glowing  sky  ; 
Scattered  hamlets,  villas  bright, 
Calm  repose  in  rosy  light. 
Castles  grand,  imposing  tower 
Lofty,  where  broad  shadows  lower, 
Marking  clear  each  rampart  line 
Bolder  in  the  sun's  decline. 

Thus  far,  they  had  avoided  well 

Hamlet,  or  cot,  or  haunt  of  men ; 
But  now,  as  winding  through  a  dell 

Of  sweet  repose  in  mountain  glen, 
The  faint,  low,  tolling  of  a  bell 

With  blending  voices,  meet  the  ear ! 
How  solemn,  sad,  that  dirge's  swell, 

As  yon  small  fun'ral  train  draws  near ! 

Oh  blessed  sight !  no  crescent  stains 

Where  priests,  with  crucifix  and  pall, 
Pay  their  last  rev'rence  to  remains 

Now  passing  to  the  home  of  all. 
While  from  a  grove,  'mid  chestnuts'  flower, 

There  glistens  in  the  sunset  light 
Our  cross  of  hope,  on  convent  tower ! — 

A  hermitage,  oasis  bright ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  59 

"  Did  I  not  tell  thee,  precious  one ! 

That,  o'er  each  height  and  mountain  glen, 
Wait,  but  to  know  our  work  begun, 

To  fight,  and  save,  brave,  loyal  men, 
Who,  faithful  to  their  cross  and  land 

(As  powder  in  the  vein  doth  lie), 
All  calmly  ready,  waiting  stand 

To  strike  for  Spain,  or  nobly  die  ?  " 
But  list,  the  solemn  words  they  sing 

Of  him,  from  earth  now  passed  away, — 
Conquered  by  one  whom  all  own  king, 

In  bitter  sadness,  day  by  day ! 

Hark !  to  yon  convent  bell, 

Heavily  it  tolleth ; 
List !  to  the  requiem  swell, 

Mournfully  it  rolleth. 

Loved  one !  thou'rt  passing  now 

From  earth  to  Heaven — 
Sadly,,  the  mourning  bow — 

Hearts,  heavy !  leaden  ! 

Raise  now  the  cross  above, — 

Jesus,  the  Saviour ! 
Smile  on  us,  Lord,  in  love  ! 

Pray  for  us,  Madre  ! 


60  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Slow  sets  the  sinking  sun, 
Skies  brightly  beaming ; 

Mortal,  thy  work  is  done  ! 
Death, — harvest  gleaning. 

Leavest  thou,  as  golden  cloud, 
Footprints,  brightly  gleaming ; 

Thus  casting  earthly  shroud — 
Passing  from  vain  dreaming. 

"  Alas  !  too  true !  vain,  idle  dreams — 

All  pomp,  and  wealth,  and  power  below  ! 
And  pleasure's  ray  but  fitful  gleams, — 

And  glory — but  an  empty  show  ! 
But  yesterday,  how  bright  our  land. 

In  every  blessing,  richly  proud  ! 
Now  governed  by  a  foreign  band, 

And  'neath  an  impious  yoke,  how  bowed  ! 
To-day,  man  calm  in  peace  may  rest, 

To-morrow,  wretched,  homeless  left ! 
To-day,  in  happy  love  full  blest, — 

To-morrow,  of  that  joy  bereft !  " 

"  Nay,  not  bereft ! :J  she  answered  sweet, 

"  True  love  fades  not,  dies  not, — oh,  never ! 
Death  could  but  part  us,  love !  to  meet 
In  Heaven,  more  bright,  to  dwell  forever." 


P  E  L  A  T  O  .  61 

"  My  star  of  hope  !  mine  angel  love ! 

My  bride  on  earth,  in  Heav'n  fore'er  ! 
And  earth  scarce  less  than  Heav'n  above, 

While  thou  my  home  or  wand'rings  share. 
But,  dear  one  !  thou  must  rest  thee  here, 

In  this  ah1  holy,  calm  retreat ; 
For  yet  full  many  a  league,  I  fear, 

Ere  aught  like  tins  again  we  meet. 
But  see  !  who  hasten  quickly  near, 

With  eager  step,  as  us  to  greet ! 
Bishop  Centerio  !  maidens  dear  ! 

Chiefs,  nobles  of  our  court  we  meet ! 
Kind  friends,  who  wend  their  loving  speed 

From  far,  to  welcome  us  this  night ; 
Our  escort  hence  o'er  hill  and  mead 

To  forest  altar — nuptial  rite. 
For  well,  methinks,  my  gentle  one 

Might  shrink  to  meet  a  warrior  band, 
With  our  small  number  first  alone, 

Friends  many,  love,  will  round  thee  stand  ; 
And  were  it  not,  mayhap,  e'en  now 

Pursued,  discovered  in  our  flight, 
We'd  tarry  here  for  marriage  vow, 

Our  hands,  as  hearts,  in  love  to  plight." 


62  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Scarce  had  she  time  to  turn  one  glance 

Of  grateful  love,  for  tender  thought, 
When  nearer  now  those  friends  advance 

With  words  of  ardent  welcome  fraught. 
"  Bless  thee  !  "  the  bishop  cried,  "  my  child ! 

God  bless  thee,  prince,  our  hope,  the  last ! — 
How,  daughter,  like  thy  mother  mild ! 

Whose  days  on  earth  full  quickly  passed ! 
So,  God  ordaineth  all  for  best, 

Some  wise,  mysterious,  unseen  good, 
To  try  our  love,  our  faith  to  test, — 

He  chastens  now  with  bitter  food ! 
And  teaches  us,  in  brightest  days 

To  guard  the  treasures  we  possess, 
And  prize  the  smallest  sunny  rays 

Which  our  poor  earthly  life  may  bless." 

Now  crowd  brave  chiefs  and  nobles  round 
Their  prince,  Pelayo,  happ'ly  found ! 
Exclaiming,  "  God,  our  Lord,  we  praise  ! 
Who  thus,  through  thee,  Spain's  king  doth  raise. 
Most  royal  prince  !  we  greet  thee,  all 
Our  hope  now,  in  our  country's  fall ; 
Welcome,  brave  chief!  from  fond  hearts  true, 
Prince  !  king !  to  raise  our  Spain  anew  !  " 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  63 

Tender  and  fond  the  greeting,  too, 

Between  those  maiden  friends  of  old, 
Who  meet  in  scenes  so  strangely  new, 

In  this  calm  glen,  'mid  mountains  bold  ! 
For  long,  these  friends  had  holden  all 

Afar  in  mountain  wilds  their  court ; 
In  caves,  where  pure  streams  rippling  fall, 

'Mid  towers  of  boulders,  strongly  wrought ; 
Thither  had  fled,  when  hope  was  past, 

To  bide  until  a  fairer  hour, 
When  Spain  should  ring  her  trumpet-blast, 

And  boldly  reassert  her  power. 

Within  the  monastery's  wall 

They  enter  now,  brief  rest  to  take  ; 
When  speedily  sounds  kindly  call 

Frugal  collation  all  to  make. 
And  there,  on  holy  friars'  board, 

Bright  flowers,  rich  fruits  were  freely  spread, 
With  choicest  wines,  long  since  well  stored, 

Fresh  game,  and  whitest  chestnut  bread. 
And  now,  those  maidens  murmur  low 

Of  much  that's  past,  and  bridal  near  ; 
When,  playfully,  each  seeks  to  know 

Who  are  the  chosen  bride-maids  dear  ? 


64:  P  E  L  A  Y  0  . 

While  half  in  joy,  and  half  in  fear, 

Fair  Zillah,  trembling,  smiling,  tries 
Brave  heart  to  bear,  for  him  so  dear, 

Toward  whom  she  turneth  loving  eyes  ; 
And  though  in  parlance  grave  is  he 

With  warriors  of  their  suff 'ring  land, 
He  feels  that  glance — and  turns  to  see, 

As  though  'twere  touch  of  gentle  hand. 
Magnetic  thrill !  that,  stealing  sweet, 

Soul  to  fond  soul  may  loving  send, 
In  one  vibration  full  to  meet, 

In  one  soul-rapture  both  to  blend ! 

But  they  must  hasten, — in  yon  court 

The  restless  chargers  stamp  the  ground, 
Champing  the  bit  with  neigh  and  snort, 

That  through  the  valley  shrill  resound ; 
While  faithful  mules  still  meekly  stand, 

As  if  for  toil  and  patience  made  ; 
So,  in  all  things,  from  wisest  hand, 

For  every  use,  come  light  and  shade. 

Soon  forth  approach  our  prince  and  maid, 
From  sacred  porch,  each  fair  and  knight  ;- 

The  royal  pair  again  arrayed 

In  proper  robe, — in  armor  bright ; 


PELAYO.  65 

And  mounted  they  on  steeds  of  white, 

Was  ever  seen  more  noble  pair  ? 
With  ev'ry  grace  and  virtue  bright, 

A  godlike  hero  !  angel  fair  ! 

And  Gomez,  proudly,  in  advance, 

His  chieftain's  spear  and  banner  bears  ; 

While  shield,  and  sword,  and  shining  lance, 
Each  knight  and  warrior  boldly  wears. 

Then  bend  they  low,  in  rev'rence  all, 

Before  those  friars,  old  and  grave, 
Whose  benedictions  solemn  fall, 

With  prayers  that  God  will  guide  and  save ; 
As  turning  from  that  spot  so  blest, 

The  twilight  dews  begin  to  steal, 
While  crimson  clouds  adorn  the  west, 

And  sweetly  chimes  the  vesper  peal. 


PRATER    OF    THE    FRIARS. 

" Doming  exaudi  me" 

Jesu,  Saviour  mine ! 
Lo,  now  Thy  children  see, 
Suppliants  at  Thy  shrine. 


66  PELAYO. 

Lord  !  Jehovah  holy ! 

Lend  now  Thine  ear, — 
Bend  we,  sad  and  lowly, 

Dangers  low'ring  near ! 

Save  Thou,  from  sin  and  woe, 
Lighten  Thou,  our  sorrow ; 

Shield  us  from  Moslem  foe, 
Hasten  brighter  morrow. 

Pray  thou  for  us,  Marie, 
Virgin  madre  mine ; 

Intercede  for  mercy 
From  the  Lord  divine. 

"  Orapro  nobis" 

O  madre,  madre  mine  ! 

"  Orapro  nobis" 

That  Heaven's  blessings  shine 

On  homeless  wand'rers  here, 
Toss'd  and  tempest  driven  ; 

Life's  treach'rous  sea,  all  drear ! 
From  our  haven  riven ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  67 

"  Orapro  nob  is" 

Pardoned  be  our  sin, 
O'er  foe  of  earth  and  soul 

Vict'ry  may  we  win ; 
Guide  Thou  unto  the  goal — 

Heaven  safe  within ! 

With  grave  and  solemn  thoughts  imbued, 

And  measured,  gentle  pace,  they  passed  ; 
The  hour,  the  scene,  their  tones  subdued, 

As  faint  and  fainter  fell  the  last 
Sad,  plaintive  strain  of  holy  prayer — 

So  thrilling  in  its  dying  close, 
That,  as  inspired — in  chorus  share 

Spontaneous  each  voice  arose 
In  rich,  full  tones — deep  from  the  heart 

Gushed  forth  again  that  fading  prayer, 
Each  hill  and  valley  bearing  part 

In  softened  echoes  through  the  air ; 
While  twilight  falls,  on  hill  and  dale, 

As  clouds  of  eve  o'erhang  the  west, 
Draping,  with  floating,  gorgeous  veil 

The  portals  whence  the  day  seeks  rest. 
Till  fades  the  light  from  that  fair  west, 

And  stars  come  glimm'ring  forth  on  high  ; 


68  PEL  AY  O. 

Sweet  nature,  hushed  in  dewy  rest, 

As  calm  reposing  all  things  lie  ; 
While  Night  slow  folds  her  dusky  Avdngs, 

And  silence  reigns  o'er  hill  and  plain, 
Save  but  the  lay  the  nightbird  sings, 

In  clear  and  melancholy  strain, 
Of  gently  trilling,  plaintive  note  ; 

Sweet  warbler  of  the  dreaming  wild  ! 
Whose  mellow  tones  so  liquid  float 

The  livelong  night  in  cadence  mild. 

Enamored  is  she  of  yon  moon, 

That  riseth  now,  serenely  bright  ? 
Others,  I  ween,  rejoice,  thus  soon 

She  smileth  on  their  way  to  light 
Their  mountain  path,  and  heath,  and  plain, 
Where  solitude  and  silence  reign 
Sole  dwellers  now,  and  e'en  by  day 
Where  foot  of  man  doth  seldom  stray. 
Falls  through  the  forest  dense,  her  glance, 

In  quaint,  strange  forms,  her  cheering  ray, 
'Mid  oaks  whose  waving  branches  dance, 

And  with  the  mountain  breezes  play. 
Ofttimes  their  path  in  darkness  quite, 

Save  startled  fireflies'  myriad  gleam, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  69 

Or  their  own  torches'  fitful  light 

Of  strangely  wild  and  flickering  beam. 

Again,  along  the  river's  side, 

Ana  and  Sella's  course,  they  wend, 
Whose  gentle  waters  ripp'ling  glide, 

While  moonbeams  in  their  bosom  blend. 
Their  borders  fringed  with  drooping  vine, 

Of  fruit,  and  flowers,  green,  crimson,  decked, 
As  ein'rald,  ruby,  bright  to  shine, 

In  silv'ry  sheen,  all  richly  flecked ! 
Their  way,  sweet  strewn  with  dewy  flowers, 
O'er-arched  by  wild,  fantastic  bowers 
Of  lofty  branches  waving  high 
In  tow'ring  pride  toward  starry  sky  ; 
Where  rest  secure  the  forest  choir, 
Till  dawning  waketh  matin  lyre, 
Filling  the  air  with  melody, 
As  sweetest,  rarest  minstrelsy. 

How  strange  that  cortege  in  the  wild ! 

How  fair  that  noble  pair,  so  true  ! 
As  in  his  loving  gaze  she  smiled, 

Her  face  upraised  to  moonlight  view  ! 
Her  tiny  hand  he  fondly  holds, 

Still  gently  guides  her  palfrey's  tread, 


70  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

With  tender  arm  her  form  enfolds, 
While  bends  to  her  his  noble  head. 

And  thus,  full  many  a  rapid  mile, 
In  hasty  flight  they  quickly  sped, 

Sweet  Love  and  Hope  bright  to  beguile, 
As  happily  their  journey  led. 

"Now  turn  they  from  all  haunts  of  men 
Toward  "  Barranco  de  Tocas  "  glen, 
Where  Deva's  stream  doth  brightly  wind, 
With  silv'ry  birch  and  hazel  lined. 
Leaving  the  harvest  fields  spread  wide 
Of  golden  grain,  for  mountain  side  ; 
High,  rocky  cliffs  of  heath  and  gorse, 
That  gayly  deck  tortuous  course  ; 
Till  wilder,  grander  grows  their  way, 
Where  toppling  crags  above  them  lay ; 
And  closer  still,  the  rude  defile, 
Through  boulders  fiercely  flinty  pile  ; 
Nought  heard,  save  Deva's  rushing  sound, 
Or  chargers'  tramps  re-echoing  round, 
Startling  the  eagle  from  his  rest, 
And  forest  bird  from  sheltered  nest. 

Lo  !  rises  yon,  St.  Mary's  cave, 
That  Deva's  rills,  fair,  sparkling  lave  ; 


P  E  L  A  T  O  ,  71 

As  Covadonga's  temple  old, 
Towering  in  lofty  grandeur  bold  ! 
Where  Christian  watchmen  ever  stand 
To  guard  Asturia's  mountain  band. 
Xor  mortal,  e'er  through  this  abyss 
May  warder  stealthy  pass,  I  wis  ! 
But  look  !  up  yonder  mountain,  bright 

Gleam  torches,  fires,  in  cheerful  glow  ! 
How  fearful  looms  that  dizzy  height 

To  wand'rers  at  its  base  below ! 

"  Behold,  my  liege  !  "  exclaims  a  knight, 

(Count  Pedro),  "  our  Auseva  bold  ! 
That  foe  lives  not,  could  force  her  height, 

Or  access  gain  within  her  fold  ! 
On  her  bright  summit  breathe  we  free, 

Deep  inspiration  from  on  high, 
Health,  peace,  religious  liberty, 

Fearing  no  foe,  or  danger  nigh. 
Calm  sanctu'ry  for  royal  flight ! 

"Where  snowy  clouds  bend  gently  down, 
Kissing  her  brow  of  grandeur  bright, 

With  fleecy  halo — heavenly  crown  ! 
And  there  the  eye's  extended  range 

Unbounded  o'er  each  side  may  roam 


72  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

O'er  scenes  of  richly  varied  change, 

Hill,  river,  vale,  and  vine-clad  home. 
Studded  her  slopes  with  many  a  cave 

Of  ev'ry  size,  and  shape,  and  height, 
Where  artist,  huntsman,  hermit  grave, 

May  peaceful  lead  a  wild-wood  life. 
In  these  have  found  we  each  a  home, 

Rude,  it  is  true, — but  comfort  share, 
As  after  sportsman's  forest  roam, 

We  gayly  feast  on  mountain  fare. 
And  still,  above  these  mountain  caves, 

There  rises  one,  more  grand  in  height, 
Whose  mossy  court  the  streamlet  laves 

In  purest  water,  crystal  bright ; 
Spacious,  majestic,  and  embowered 

By  giant  oaks,  festooned  with  vine 
Pendant  with  fruit,  and  blossom-showered, 

Through  which  the  laughing  sunbeams  shine. 
And  this,  with  fondest  care,  have  we 

Arranged,  adorned,  as  best  we  might ; 
And  though  no  palace, — still,  will  be 

A  fairy  bower,  with  bride  so  bright ! 
A.n  eyrie  grand!  for  thee,  our  king ! 

An  eagle  nest,  amid  the  cloud  ! 
Until  prepared  to  spread  thy  wing, 

With  mighty  swoop,  to  cry  aloud 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  73 

And  scatter  wide  those  birds  of  prey, 
Vile  ravens  !  dark  in  soul  as  hue  / 

Foul  vultures  !  clouding  our  fair  day, — 
Unholy,  base,  and  impious  crew  !  " 

"  Thanks,  thanks,  Count  Pedro,  for  thy  care  ! 

Our  gracious  thanks  to  each  and  all, 
But  chiefly  for  this  jewel  rare, 

So  gently  nursed  in  lordly  hall. 
My  brave  sweet-heart,  but  tender  flower ! 

Unused  to  mountain  storm  and  wind, 
O'erjoyed  am  I,  so  fair  a  bower, 

For  this,  my  treasure,  I  may  find." 

"  Secure,  at  least,  my  prince,  'tis  found 

'Gainst  wile  or  siege  of  storming  band, 
For  Nature's  walls  guard  all  around, 

As  though  our  fortress  she  had  planned  ! 
And  though  our  numbers  sadly  small, 

Compared  with  that  unholy  horde, — 
Bold  hearts  and  valiant  hands  have  all, 

And  on  our  side  the  blessed  Lord  ! 
No  battlement,  though  raised  with  skill 

By  man's  deep  art  or  cunning  bold, 
May  match  our  bulwarks,  fortress  hill, 

Of  rock  and  crag  from  nature's  mould  ! — 
4 


74  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

As  winds  the  path  up  Deva's  side, 

Fiercer  and  steeper  grow  the  cliffs, 
As  foot  of  man  they  bold  defied 

By  tottling  crags  and  frightful  rifts. 
Ascent  is  there  but  one,  I  wis ! 

E'en  that,  dame  Nature  fain  would  close 
By  deep  defile  and  dark  abyss, 

Through  which  a  rushing  torrent  flows 
Forever  in  this  caldron  deep, 

To  wildly  seething,  foaming  pour 
From  rock  to  rock  with  whirling  leap, 

And  constant,  never-dying  roar  ! 
O'er  this  ravine's  unceasing  flow 
A  rude  draw-bridge  we  firmly  throw, 
And  thus  cheat  nature — and  the  foe 
That  seeks  to  pass,  with  grave  below  ! 
For  should  the  Moslem  here  invade, 
This  crafty  game  may  well  be  played  : — 
Meet  we  in  combat  'neath  the  ridge. 
Retreat,  if  need  be,  o'er  the  bridge  / 
Decoying  thus  the  rushing  Moor 
To  quick  pursuit — of  conquest  sure, 
On  to  the  bridge  we  safe  have  passed, 
When  rings  their  Techir  cry,  the  last ! — 
A  wily  severing  of  the  cord 

That  knits  that  bridge  o'er  torrent's  flow  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  75 

When,  with  one  crash,  must  plunge  the  horde 

Deep  in  the  seething  gulf  below  ! 
Was  ever  known  so  sure  a  fort  ? 

Was  ever  tower  more  grand  and  high  ? 
Was  ever  held  more  gorgeous  court, 

Sun,  moon,  star-crowned  in  heav'nly  sky  ?  " 

Replied  the  prince,  "  We  are  much  blessed, — 

And  Nature  is  most  kind  and  bland, 
Who,  in  her  bosom  giveth  rest, 

And  sheltering  arms  to  guard  our  band  ! 
And  grateful,  too,  in  sooth,  are  we, 

That  for  our  lambs  God  giveth  c  fold,'— 
My  bride,  thy  lovely  daughters  three, 

The  wives  and  children  of  our  bold. 
For  much  fear  I,  few  days  may  pass, 

Ere,  of  our  flight  become  full  sure, 
In  hot  pursuit  will  rush  that  mass, 

Apostate  father — rival  Moor  ! 
But  now  with  Nature  laugh  may  we 

At  fury  spent,  impotent  rage  ! 
Not  here  th'  oppressors'  power  we'll  see, 

But  'gainst  them  conq'ring  battle  wage  ! 
And  greatly  should  the  mind  be  prized, 

That  craftily,  with  skilful  plan, 


76  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

The  subtle  net,  the  trap  devised, 

Which  maketh  sure  of  that  dark  van  !  " 

Lo  !  high  above,  as  in  mid-air, 

Planted  upon  a  jutting  rock, 
Glitters  a  cross,  raised,  brightly  fair, 

As  gleam  of  hope  to  Christ's  poor  flock, — 
Huge,  rudely  carved,  by  Christian  sons, 

Unto  their  blessed  symbol  true, 
Where  fondly  placed,  those  faithful  ones, 

Their  Syrian  blades  to  glitt'ring  view. 
From  far  and  wide  that  cross  is  seen, — 

In  sunny  rays,  to  gleam  with  light, 
And  still,  full  clear  in  soft  moon  sheen, 

It  glistens  through  the  calm,  dark  night ; 
And  oft  poor  wand'rers  o'er  the  plain, 

The  fainting,  scattered  of  Christ's  flock, 
At  our  bright  cross  take  hope  again, 

To  lean  once  more  on  "  clefted  rock," 
"  The  rock  of  ages,"  sure,  fast  hold 

For  all  who  cling  with  trusting  zeal ; 
Who  keep  brave  heart  and  spirit  bold, 

And  grateful,  loving  faith  e'er  feel. 

Now  soon  the  richer  scenes  are  left, 
Of  varied  orchards,  pear,  and  lime, 


PEL  A  YO.  f? 

With  cot  and  hamlet,  peace-bereft — 
Fair  citron  bowers,  and  fragrant  thyme. 

Here,  too,  the  plain  begins  to  rise, 
Gently  ascending  as  they  pass ; 

Through  heath  and  fern  swarm  bright  fire-flies, 
While  starts  the  lark  from  dewy  grass, 

Before  the  wand'ring,  midnight  band, 

Invading  thus  his  forest-land. 

All  richly  fair  their  pathway  bright, 

With  sleeping  buds,  where  cistus*  sweet, 
Covers  the  earth  with  blossoms  white, 

Breathing  rare  odors  'neath  their  feet ; 
As  crushed  hearts,  oft-times  only  give 

Their  sweetness  in  the  darkest  hour ; — 
While  yet  in  sunshine  bright  they  live, 

Show  not  their  worth,  till  sorrows  lower. 
Still,  flow'rets  sweet  their  pathway  line, 
Of  eglantine,  and  wild  rose  vine, 
And  chanting  streamlets  dancing  play, 
Throughout  their  devious,  winding  way. 
The  midnight  moon  smiles  calmly  down 

O'er  purple  heath  and  trilling  stream ; 

*  The  cistus  sheds  at  night  its  perfumed  leaves  of  white. 


Y8  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Glancing  where  crags  and  ravines  frown ; — 

Through  olive  groves,  with  playful  gleam  ; 
Kissing  Auseva's  star-crowned  height 

(Majestic,  tow'ring  'mid  her  skies), 
With  glorious,  full  effulgence  bright, 

As  in  her  smiles  she  sleeping  lies ; 
And  bathed  Asturia's  hills  in  light 

Which  their  huge  forms  now  full  defines 
In  the  clear  west — their  giant  height 

Casting  o'er  Leon  shadowy  lines. 

How  calm,  how  varied  is  the  scene  ! 

How  fraught  with  all  of  good  and  mild, 
As  blend  now  in  the  moon's  fair  sheen, 

Grove,  vega,  streamlet,  bowlder  wild  ! 
All  solemn,  silent,  save  the  note 

Of  nightingale  anon  and  then, 
With  whippowil's,  that  mournful  float 

In  answers  clear  from  hill  to  glen  ; 
And  hooting  owl's  discordant  call, — 

And  tramping  of  their  noble  steeds, 
As  'neath  the  footstep,  scattered  fall 

Rich  creeping  vines,  flowers,  mountain  weeds. 

But  now,  more  careful  need  they  thread 
Uncertain  mazes,  mountain  way, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  79 

Through  gorge,  o'er  rocks  with  cautious  tread, 

That  oft-times  in  their  pathway  lay  ; 
For  nought  of  earth  beams  always  fair, — 

The  smooth  and  rough,  the  dark  and  light, 
Of  good  and  ill  alike  to  share, — 

The  glorious  day  and  shadowed  night. 
More  careful  too,  the  prince,  I  ween, 

Of  that  sweet  flow'ret  by  his  side, — 
Anxious  from  every  ill  to  screen 

His  wandering  lamb,  his  mountain  bride  ; 
Who  droops  no  more — inspired  by  hope, 

And  love,  and  freedom's  wild-wood  air, 
Bright,  bravely  now  with  all  to  cope, 

That  falleth  to  the  trav'ler's  share  ; 
As  through  the  brush  they  wend  their  way, 

Or  deep  ravine,  in  shadows  hid 
Of  rocky  spire  and  boulder  gray 

Looming  as  tower  or  pyramid  ! 

Twining  their  path  the  stream  along, 
Which,  from  the  mountain  top  and  hills, 

With  sparkling  smile  and  winning  song, 
Gathers  her  playmate  springs  and  rills, 

When  mingling  in  one  mazy  dance, 
Wilder  and  wilder  still  they  leap, — 


80  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

O'er  mossy  rock  and  wild-vine  glance 

And  'bove  the  splintered  bowlder  steep  ; 
While  louder,  fiercer  grows  the  roar, 

As  bounding  on  they  frenzied  go, 
Till  leaping,  whirling,  down  they  pour 

All  madly,  in  the  gulf  below  : 
But,  from  this  depth,  find  outlet  still, 

Pure  rills,  that  down  the  mountain  stray ; 
With  gentle,  sweetly  murmuring  trill 

Along  her  mossy  slopes  to  play  ; 
Blending  again  with  each  fair  stream, 

That  so  adorns  Spain's  glowing  land, 
On  which  bright  eyes  and  moonbeams  gleam 

At  dewy  eve,  'mid  breezes  bland ; — 
As  one,  his  course  of  pleasure  passed, 

From  youth's  fresh  spring,  through  streamlets 

mild, 
To  torrents'  seething  gulf  at  last, 

Would  turn  him  from  the  vortex  wild, 
Again  to  seek  the  Light  Above 
Li  "  pleasant  ways  "  of  truth  and  love  ; 
Passing  from  "  troubled  waters'  "  strife 
To  purer  waves  of  peaceful  life, 
On  gently  flowing,  happy  tide, 
Adown  the  stream  of  life  to  glide, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  81 

To  reach  at  length  the  Heav'nly  shore, 
Where  glory's  waves  roll  evermore. 
Kow  following  the  brooklet's  way, 

Up,  up  the  mountain  path  they  wind 
Through  dark  defile,  where  not  a  ray 

Of  entrance  may  the  moonlight  find ; — 
So  deep,  so  shadowed  dense  with  trees 

Of  pine  and  cedar,  birch  and  oak, 
That,  save  when  rude  winds  raised  the  breeze, 

Scarce  e'er  a  ray  of  sunshine  broke. 
Louder  and  louder  still  the  sound 

Of  waters,  as  they  upward  tend  ; 
Until,  at  length,  their  course  is  bound 

By  that  deep  gulf,  that  doth  defend 
Their  garrison  from  ev'ry  foe, 

Or  even  friend,  until  the  bridge 
Be  thrown,  with  care,  above  its  flow, 

And  firmly  knitted  o'er  the  ridge. 

Guards,  bold  .and  true,  are  stationed  here, 

And  warder,  ready  for  alarm, 
To  whom  Count  Pedro  breathes  in  ear 

The  magic  word,  the  pass-word  charm — 
And,  presto,  bridge  of  oak,  most  strong, 

And  closely  knit,  hangs  o'er  the  deep  ! 


82  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

While  anxious  guides  the  prince  along 

His  precious  charge,  from  steep  to  steep. 
Fluttered  her  heart  with  terror  wild, 

So  fearful,  in  the  dead  of  night, 
To  that  sweet  palace-nurtured  child, 

That  deep  ravine,  which  torches'  light 
Brings  out  so  dark  and  frightfully, 

'Mid  angry  roar  of  waters  near, — 
How  closely  clingeth  now  doth  she, 

That  fragile  vine,  to  him  so  dear ! 
'Tis  passed !  they're  o'er !  portcullis  fled ! 

And  all  stands  quiet  as  "before, 
As  if  by  wizard-charm  thence  sped, 

As  told  in  magic  tales  of  yore  ! 
A  phantom  bridge,  scarce  seen,  when  gone ! 

But  crossed  by  no  mere  phantom  band ; 
For  yon  they  slowly  pass  along — 

And  here  her  guards,  all  mortal,  stand ! 

Fainter  and  fainter  comes  the  roar 
Of  rushing  torrent  to  them  now, 

As  wind  they  up  the  pebbly  shore 
Of  merry  stream,  where  elders  bow, 

And  playful  in  its  waters  toss 

Each  berried  branch  of  purple  hue, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  83 

To  sprinkle  o'er  rich  banks  of  moss, 

In  swaying  breeze,  their  pilfered  dew. 
Its  margin,  fringed  with  fern  and  brake, 

With  bush  of  hazel,  quince,  and  vine, 
That  spreading  o'er  the  ilex,  make 

Fair  elfin  bowers,  in  soft  moonshine. 
Above,  through  beech,  and  giant  oak, 

Their  roots  in  rocky  beds  firm  set, 
Her  slanting  beams  alternate  broke, 

As  bending  to  the  winds  they  met 
And  kissed,  and  twined  in  fond  embrace 

Their  waving  arms, — then,  in  coy  play, 
Retreat,  return,  reinterlace, 

To  sweep  with  bounding  spring  away. 

How  gleam,  in  startled  winged  flight, 

Those  darting  swarms  of  sparkling  flies  ! 
Glancing  as  diamond  lamps  of  night, 

Or  fickle  beam  from  maiden's  eyes  ! 
But  now  emerge  they  from  the  glen, 

Through  grove  of  chestnuts  gentle  rise, 
To  pass  along,  all  joyous,  when 

The  purple  heath  before  them  lies. 
While  full  the  moon  again  looks  down, 

Cheering  them  on  with  radiant  smile, 


84  PELAYO. 

Without  one  angry,  low'ring  frown 

Of  bowlder  wild,  or  rock's  defile. 
But,  as  nought  bright  without  alloy, 

She  cannot  light  them  alway  clear  ! 
Brief  time  is  there  for  moonlight  joy, 

For  forest  dense  again  they  near ; — 
But  glimpses  have  they  still,  I  ween, 

Of  softened  brightness,  yet  to  cheer, 
Falls,  now  and  then,  a  ray  of  sheen, 

Speaking  of  cheering  brightness  near  ; — 
A  brilliant,  glowing  Orb  of  Love, 

As  "  Central  Light," —  a  light  to  shine, 
As  God,  the  merciful,  above, 

Who  sheds  on  all  His  Love  Divine, 
To  guard  and  bless  through  every  hour, 

Of  pleasure  bright,  of  grief  and  shade  ; — 
When  summer's  bloom,  and  winter's  lower,- 

A  light  and  hope  to  never  fade. 

Blest  consolation !  happy  they, 

Who,  in  a  God  of  Love,  e'er  trust ! 

Who  make  His  mercy  sure,  their  stay 
And  feel,  until  consigned  to  dust 

His  shelt'ring  arm  will  still  sustain, 
His  mercy  soften  every  woe, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  85 

His  kindness  soothe  each  grief  and  pain 
Till  freed  from  earthly  thrall  below  ; 

That  He  will  guard  unto  the  goal 
Of  Heav'nly  light,  of  bliss  and  joy, 

Where  perfect  rest  finds  wearied  soul, — 
Glory  and  peace  without  alloy ! 

Then,  trusting  faith  and  heart,  we'll  give 

To  Him,  the  All-Powerful  God  and  wise, 
While  in  His  sunbeams  we  may  lie, 

And  to  His  glorious  kingdom  rise 
In  angel  brightness,  free  from  sin, 

From  selfishness,  deceit,  or  hate  ; — 
Nought  baleful  enters  there  within 

The  Bright  Abode,— the  "  Pearly  Gate  !  " 
But  peace,  and  love,  and  charity, 

And  kindly  heart  to  each  and  all 
Must  bear  we  true, — and  gentle  be 

To  those  who  err,  or  sinning  fall. 
That,  as  our  Saviour  looked  upon 

The  hapless  child  of  grief  and  woe, 
We,  too,  may  all  self-glory  shun, 

And  pity,  while  we  mercy  show, 
And  soothe  and  bind  the  wounded  heart, 

Sad  drooping  'neath  the  ills  of  life  ; 


86  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

For  know  we  not  the  wiles,  or  art, 

That  made  that  spirit  error  rife  ! 
And  know  we  less  our  own  weak  souls, 

Ne'er  tried  by  strong  temptation's  power, 
On  which  no  wave  of  trouble  rolls, 

ISTo  trials  dark,  bewildering  lower. 
Why  !  what  are  we — to  judge,  condemn 

The  weakness  of  another's  way, 
The  errors  of  our  fellow  men, 

When  sin  we  too,  from  day  to  day ! 
And  if  we  love  nor  mercy  show, 

How  may  we  ask  it  from  above  ? 
And  trust  e'er  bliss  or  Heav'n  to  know 

Where  Love  sole  reigns,  and  "  God  is  Love ! " 

Thus  mused  the  prince,  in  placid  mood, 

In  harmony  with  all  things  now  ; — 
His  heart,  by  Love's  sweet  power  subdued, — 

'Neath  her  pure  influence  full  to  bow. 
And  smiling  on  his  heart's  dear  flower, 

He  whispered  soft,  "  O  tyrant  fair ! 
Who  boldest  me  in  thy  loved  power, 

Thy  chains,  forevermore,  I  bear  ! 
Escaped,  in  part,  from  prison  wall, 

Still  must  my  spirit  captive  be, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  87 

Environed  close  in  love's  sweet  thrall, 

Whose  gyves  forever  fetter  me  ! 
O  blessed  fetters  !  rosy  chain  ! 

Ne'er  would  I  loose  one  silken  link, 
But,  in  loved  bondage,  e'er  remain, — 

Thus,  from  his  chalice,  nectar  drink !  " 
And  pressing  fondly  to  his  lip 

Her  precious,  tiny,  lily-palm, — 
"  "What  though  I  cup  of  sorrow  sip, — 

Here  have  I  antidote  and  balm ! 
A  Lethe  sweet  to  drown  all  care, 

A  gleam  of  Heaven  on  earth,  most  bright, 
An  angel-love,  mine  heart  to  share, — 

A  star,  to  light  my  darkest  night ! 
My  life  !  my  love  !  my  blossom  fair  ! 

My  crown  of  jewels,  set  in  gold ! 
So  rich  with  virtues  bright  and  rare  ! 

My  lamb  !  to  rest  within  my  fold  ; 
Enfolded  in  these  arms'  caress, 

Enshrined  in  my  heart's  deep  cells, 
Mine  angel-love  !  to  brightly  bless  ! 

Toward  whom  my  grateful  love  so  wells  ! — • 
Lord,  make  me  worthy  of  Thy  gift ! 

This  gem,  from  out  Thy  casket  rare  ! 
And  deign  my  soul  more  pure  to  lift 

While  this  great  blessing  I  may  share  !  " 


88  PELAYO. 

"  Nay,  nay,  mine  only  love  !  "  she  sighed, 

"  Unworthy  I,  such  praise  of  thine  ; 
Thou  takest  but  an  earthly  bride, 

O'er  full  of  faults  ; — and  as  that  vine 
Needs  pruning  here  and  guidance  there, 

For  true,  unerring,  upward  way, 
Full  much  need  I  thy  loving  care 

To  guide  or  shield,  each  passing  day. 
But,  leaning,  clinging,  fond  and  true, 

As  that  frail,  trembling,  forest  vine, 
I  turn  alone,  my  love  !  to  you, 

E'er  happy  in  thy  love  to  shine  !  " 

Tortuous  still  the  path  they  chose, 

Through  dell  and  grove,  o'er  heath  and  hill ; 
Higher  and  higher  yet  it  rose, 

E'er  winding  with  the  murm'ring  rill ; 
While  pensively  the  stars  look  down, 

As  angels'  eyes  upon  their  way ; 
As  angels  bright,  when  sorrows  frown, 

Fond,  constant  guard  through  darkest  day. 

Oh !  could  we  Jcnow  those  whom  we  love, 
Torn  from  us  here  and  borne  away, 

Truly,  oh  !  truly  from  above 

May  come,  to  cheer  our  darkened  day  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  0 .  89 

Could  we  be  sure  they  love  us  still 

As  when  on  earth,  so  true  and  fond, 
Softened  would  be  each  grief  and  ill, 

And  Hope  with  joy  would  look  beyond 
To  that  blest  realm,  where,  joined  again, 

In  purest  raptures,  holy  thrill, 
The  loved,  united  should  remain, — 

How  deep  would  be  the  joy  to  fill, 
And  soothe,  and  bless  the  breaking  heart, 

All  crushed  and  desolate  with  woe, — 
To  know  that  loving  souls  ne'er  part, 

But  ever  in  fond  union  flow ! 

Why  not  ?     Doth  God,  the  "  God  of  love," 

Implant  that  germ  within  the  soul 
To  perish  in  His  courts  above  ? 

Liveth  it  not  beyond  the  goal  ? — 
In  those  fair  realms  beyond  the  sky, 

Whose  monarch  rules  supreme  in  love. 
Shall  love  fraternal,  filial,  die  ? 

Wither  conjugial  love  above  ? 
Oh  no !  it  may  not,  cannot  be  ; — 

That  purest,  holiest  germ  Divine 
Must  live  through  all  eternity  ! 

Forever,  brightly  blooming,  shine  ! — 


90  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Each  gleam  of  fond  affection's  ray 

Must  beam  through  realms  more   fair   and 

bright, 
Till  blend  all  in  one  glorious  day, 

Blest  by  the  Central  Sun  of  light ! 

How  fraught  that  lonely,  silent  way 

With  food  for  contemplation  deep  ! — 
In  solemn  night,  the  spirit's  sway 

Doth  over  all  material  sweep  ; 
Lifted  the  soul  to  higher  strain, 

Attuned  to  purer,  holier  chord  ; — 
Seem  earthly  joys  and  cares,  how  vain, 

When  drawn  unto  our  Heav'nly  Lord ! 

So  journey  they  through  night  along, 

In  pensive  meditation  all ; 
Still,  sweetly,  notes  of  bulbul's  song 

In  richly  liquid  cadence  fall ; 
And  oft  the  startled  black-bird  sprang, 

Flutt'ring  from  out  the  bush  in  fright, 
With  cry  of  fear  that  shrilly  rang, 

Breaking  the  stillness  of  the  night. 
And  many  a  lonely,  weary  mile 

They  travel  on,  with  cautious  pace, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  91 

Threading  the  path  where  moonbeams  smile 
Through  branches  old,  that  interlace, 

And  cast  their  grotesque  shadows,  strange, 
In  forms  that  Fancy  quaintly  views, 

As  thus,  in  her  unfettered  range, 
In  mazy  dreams  prose-life  they  lose. 


CANTO   III. 

BUT  lo !  again  those  lights  appear 

Which  early  met  our  wand'rers'  sight, 
When,  at  the  mountain's  base,  with  fear 

And  awe,  they  gazed  upon  its  height. 
When  Don  Theodmir  from  his  side 

A  silver  bugle  raised,  to  sound 
A  note  that  rings  all  far  and  wide, 

Echoing  throughout  the  forest  round ; 
When,  o'er  the  sighing  of  the  breeze, 

Above  the  rustling  of  the  stream, 
Come,  borne  on  winds  that  stir  the  trees 

A  distant  hum,  a  shout,  a  scream 
Of  human  voices,  mingling  all, 

From  treble  shrill  to  full  bass  note, 
That  higher,  louder  rise  and  fall, 

Clearer  and  nearer  still  to  float ! 
While  tossing,  waving  torches  flame, 

And  thick'ning  masses  rushing  come 


P  E  L  A  T  O  .  93 

With  joyous  shout  and  wild  acclaim, 
To  welcome  royal  wand'rers  home  ! 

And  with  impatient,  swiftest  speed 
A  swarming  mass  come  hastening  near, 

All  orderless,  with  none  to  lead, 
Joining  in  wild,  tumultuous  cheer  ! 

With  fond,  united  reverence,  round 

In  homage  bend  they  to  our  Pair ; 
When  one  full  shout  doth  wide  resound, 

Of  "  Welcome  to  the  Brave  and  Fair !  " 
And  "  three  times  three  "  doth  echoing  ring, 

Throughout  the  mountain  clear  ; 
With  "  Viva  !  welcome  to  our  king  ! 

Pelayo  !  chieftain  dear  !  " 
When,  circling  round  them  still  more  close, 

And  ranging  all  in  order  grave, 
A  welcome  chorus  full  arose 

Heart-felt,  unto  the  Fair  and  Brave  ! 

WELCOME. 

Hail !  Pelayo,  chief  and  king  ! 
Loudly  let  the  welkin  ring 
With  fond  welcome  !  hail !  viva ! 
Leon's  prince  !  and  Seville's  star  ! 


94  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Sun  of  glory !  soon  to  rise, 
With  thy  star,  'mid  brighter  skies  ! 
Star  of  morn  !  that  heralds  day, 
Cheering  now  our  clouded  way ! 

Star  of  beauty !  thus  art  thou 
Welcome  to  Auseva's  brow ; — 
Welcome,  chieftain !  welcome,  bride  ! 
To  our  sheltering  mountain  side. 

Welcome  !  from  true  vassals  all, 
Welcome  fond,  from  great  and  small, 
Welcome  !  prince,  our  chief  and  king, 
Joyous  welcome  now  we  sing  ! 

Peace  thou  bringest  with  thy  dove — 
Peace  will  fold  her  wings  of  love, 
Over  cross  and  country  bright, — 
Thou,  our  Sun !  dispelling  night 

With  her  clouds  of  dusky  hue, 
Swarthy  Moslems,  from  our  view, 
Till  the  Crescent  crumbling  lies 
Where  our  Cross  shall  glorious  rise ! 


PELAYO.  95 

Welcome  then  to  Fair  and  Brave  ! 

Joyous  welcome  sing  we  all — 
Prince  !  our  cross  and  land  to  save  ! 

Blessings  on  thee  ever  fall ! 

Grandsires,  warriors  bend  tlie  knee, 

Infant  hands  uplifted  are, 
Praying  "blessings  bright  on  thee, 

Royal  king  !  and  bride-queen  fair  ! 

Let  the  welkin  ring 
O'er  rock,  and  hill,  and  valley, 

Borne  on  zephyr's  wing, 
While  round  our  chief  we  rally. 

Gayly,  joyous  sing, 
From  loving  hearts'  deep  fountain, 

Welcome  !  bride  and  king, 
To  freedom  and  our  mountain  ! 

All  fondly  sung  that  Arelcome  lay, 

In  merry  strain,  and  blithely  gay, 

While  pure,  sweet  tones  of  child-like  note 

Above  that  chorus  clearly  float, 

Rising  o'er  voices  of  the  band, 

As  cherub-tones  from  Blessed  Land  ! — 


96  PELAYO. 

A  bird-like  voice  of  liquid  ring, 

In  "  welcome  to  the  queen  and  king." 

When  marked  our  Fair  a  lovely  youth, 

A  "boy  of  tender  year, 
With  brow  of  innocence  and  truth, 

And  eye  of  lustre  clear : 
Luxuriant  locks  of  raven  hue, 

And  face  of  classic  mould ; 
A  child  of  beauty,  rare  to  view — 

A  mimic  warrior  bold ! 
Count  Pedro's  son,  and  hope,  and  heir — 
A  bud  of  richest  promise  fair, 
Alphonse,  by  name,  who,  on  our  bride 
Fixed  earnest  gaze, — close  by  her  side, 
With  kindling  cheek  and  eye  to  stand 

In  rev'rent,  loving  joy, — 
A  blossom  bright,  amid  the  band, 

That  lovely,  fearless  boy ! 
A  young  Adonis  seems  he  there, 

As  o'er  his  brow,  full,  broad,  and  white, 
Float  lightly  curls  of  silken  hair 

Upon  the  rising  breeze  of  night ; 
While  clear  his  silv'ry  treble  voice 
Rings  sweetly,  "  Welcome  !  hail !  rejoice  !  " 
His  pa3an  to  the  royal  pair, 
Li  glad  ovation  bearing  share. 


PEL  A  TO.  97 

Smileth  proud,  Count  Pedro  there, 

Upon  his  precious  child  ! 
Smileth  fond,  the  mother  fair, 

The  Lady  Constance  mild  ; 
While  raised  the  sire  in  full  heart  pride, 

The  elfin  palm  of  that  pure  child, 
And  bending  to  the  royal  bride, 

Thus  courteous  spake,  in  accents  mild  : — 
"  Fair  ladye  queen  !  all  beauteous  mine  ! 
Here  offer  I  unto  thy  shrine, 
My  best  heart's  blood,  my  pride  !  my  joy ! 
In  this,  my  noble  hero-boy  ! 
"With  love  to  serve  and  tend  thee  e'er, 
In  all  that  falls  to  page's  share ; 
And  yet,  anon,  if  need  there  be, 
To  raise  his  faithful  arm  for  thee  ! " 

Bright  smiled  Alphonse,  and  clear  replied, 
"  F  faith  I  Trill,  sweet  ladye  bride  ! 
And  as  the  dew  unto  the  flower, 
I'd  be  to  thee  from  this  dear  hour," — 
Then  kissed  the  hand  extended  there 
To  fond  caress  his  forehead  fair  ; — 
While  silv'ry  clear  her  voice  was  heard, 
As  sweetest  tone  of  forest-bird, — 


98  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

"  Ay !  as  the  dew-drop  to  the  rose, 
That  fond  her  breast  opes  to  enclose 
The  pure,  refreshing  gem  of  light, 
Beauteous,  and  gladd'ning  to  the  sight, 
So,  with  kind  thanks,  Don  Pedro,  we 
Will  ever  shelter  lovingly, 
In  fond  heart-fold,  thy  blossom  bright, 
Bestowed,  received  in  love  this  night." 

Exclaimed  the  prince, — "  Now,  by  my  rood  ! 
In  sure,  brief  time,  all  fair  and  good, 
We'll  knight  thee,  boy,  with  honors  bright ! — 
Thou  '  dew-gem ' !  to  our  queen  of  light !  " 

"  Thanks,  royal  sire  !  "  replied  the  boy, 
"  And  I  will  prove  no  carpet-toy, 
But,  in  thy  battles,  mayhap,  fight, 
And  bravely  earn  my  honors  right !  " 

Proud,  standing  by  her  palfrey  there, 
Remains  he  near  his  mistress  fair, 
While  smile  the  mother,  sisters,  all, 
At  knightly  pride  in  one  so  small ! 
In  royal  pagedom's  service  pressed, 
As  favored  child  henceforth  caressed, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  99 

To  bide  near  Zillah's  presence  bright, 
As  tiny  guard,  or  elfin-knight. 
And  well  he  loved  his  ladye  fair, 
Serving  with  zeal  and  earnest  care  ; 
And  well  Pelayo  joyed  to  see 
That  child-boy's  love  and  bravery. 

Now  gath'ring  round,  as  children  fond, 

They  leading,  escort,  cheering  on, 
Unto  a  grove,  that  lies  beyond, 

With  bounding  step,  vivas  !  and  song. 
Stately  the  trees  of  elm  and  beech, 

Entwined  with  vines  that  mantling  spread, 
And  in  festooning  garlands  reach 

From  tree  to  tree,  with  pendants  red, 
Purple,  and  green,  and  blossoms  fair, 

All  clust'ring  rich,  to  form  a  bower 
Of  loveliness  and  beauty  rare, 

Where  Kature  weaves  her  wond'rous  power ! 
Sweet  as  the  breeze  from  Araby, 

The  odors  breathing  from  their  flowers, 
Whose  blossoms  fall  from  vine  and  tree, 

In  rosy,  snowy,  perfumed  showers, 
Sprinkling  the  mossy  carpet  green 

With  silken  leaves  of  richest  hue, 


100  PELAYO. 

In  varied  forms  of  floral  sheen, 

As  fall  they,  bathed  in  evening  dew. 

A  Druid  grove  it  seemeth  fair ! 

So  strangely  beautiful  and  wild, 
Where  mystic  orgies  might  hold  share, 

As  moonbeams  brightly  glancing  smiled. 
For,  in  the  centre  of  this  grove, 

A  circle  rich  of  bay  trees  rose, 
Through  which  the  laurel  graceful  wove, 

And  thus,  all  strangely,  did  enclose 
A  rock,  that  altar  blest  might  seem, 

Draped  fair  with  moss  and  twining  vine, 
While  o'er  its  side  a  tiny  stream 

Came  trickling  down  in  crystal  line : 
Richly  arrayed  with  lilies  white — 

ISTe'er  was  cathedral,  grandly  fair, 
So  lovely  graced  with  altar  bright, 

As  that  decked  for  our  regal  pair ! 

Lo  !  on  that  altar,  staudeth  there 
The  Holy  Ark!  that  blest  doth  bear 
Most  wond'rous  "  relics  !  "  happ'ly  saved 
By  Urban,  bishop  loved,  who  braved 
Fierce  peril  dire, — when  tocsin  bell, 
And  "Lelie  cry?*  and  "  Techir  yell? 

*  The  Faith-cry  of  the  Moors. 


PELATO.  101 

Told  that  Toledo's  glory  bright 

Had  fallen  to  the  sons  of  night ! 

When  her  cathedral's  cross  lay  low, 

Beneath  the  tread  of  Moslem  foe, 

With  holy  forethought,  while  all  fled, 

Quick  to  his  sacred  altar  sped, 

Her  precious  "  Relics  "  blest,  to  spare 

From  impious  profanation's  share  ; 

Bearing  them  to  Asturia's  breast, 

Within  her  shelt'ring  fold  to  rest. 

And  in  that  ark,  old  legends  say, 

"  Mementos  marvellous  did  lay  !  " 

Pieces,  (they  say  it  is  most  true,) 

Are  plainly  seen  to  "  favored  view," 

Of  holy  cross  our  Saviour  bore  ! 

The  garment  last  on  earth  He  wore  ! 

The  ground  His  sacred  feet  had  pressed  ! 

The  kerchief,  "  Sudoria,"  blest ! 

Wherein  His  sacred  head  was  bound, 

Stained,  blood  Divine!  from  brow  thorn-crowned! 

The  "  blessed  bread  "  His  hand  once  broke  ! 

St.  Ildophonse's  holy  "  cope  ; — " 

Of  sacred  Bible,  leaves  Divine 

From  Holy  Saints,  with  "  pledges  "  line 

Its  sacred  sides  ; — whose  outer  part 

Is  curious  lain,  with  ancient  art, 


102  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

In  silver,  gilt,  all  richly  fraught, — 

With  twelve  Apostles  quaintly  wrought. — 

In  bas  relief  those  sides  rare  traced 

"  Our  Ladye's  "  history — silver  chased. 

A  crucifix,  engraved  in  gold, 

Upon  its  cover  all  behold, — 

With  Latin  lines,  four,  plainly  found, 

In  silver  letters  graved  around. 

And  farther  still,  hath  History  told, — 

That  on  this  rock  a  cross  of  gold, 

From  Heav'n,  by  angel  hands,  was  lain, 

In  blessing  to  brave  sons  of  Spain  ! 

A  cross,  carved  from  an  aged  oak, 

Twined  close  with  lilies,  pure  arose 
From  that  rock-altar,  and  awoke 

Thought  of  our  Saviour  and  His  woes. 
Oh  !  what  the  sorrows  of  each  son, 

Compared  with  His,  of  suff  'ring  Spain, 
Who,  crucified,  our  vict'ry  won, — 

And  for  our  sins, — was  martyr'd !  slain ! 

With  loving  kindness  now  doth  stand 
Bishop  Centerio  by  our  bride, 

Bending,  to  raise  her  lily  hand, 

And  bear  her  from  the  palfrey's  side. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  103 

While  gather  round,  fond  maidens  fair, 

Who  lead  unto  a  myrtle  bower, 
To  wreathe  her  silken,  sunny  hair 

With  sweet  buds  of  the  orange  flower. 
A  tissue  robe  envelops  now 

Her  beauteous  form  in  silv'ry  sheen, — 
A  maiden  pure,  to  take  her  vow 

Of  heart  and  hand — fair  beauty's  queen  ! 
An  angel  bright,  for  Heav'nly  vow  ; — 

Veiled  in  transparent  folds  of  light, 
Floating,  confined  upon  her  brow 

With  one  sweet  bud — a  lily  white. 

As  "  Graces  three  "  seem  bride-maids  fair, 

Count  Pedro's  daughters,  draped  in  white, 
While  maiden  friends  bear  loving  share 

In  vestal  train, — "  liege-ladyes  "  bright. — 
And  shine  in  contrast,  raven  eyes, 

Wherein  a  world  of  witch'ry  lies, 
With  Sovereign  Ladye's  orbs  of  blue, 

Where  Heav'n's  light  of  love  beams  through. 

Xow  draws  Centerio  near,  to  bless 
This  sweetest  lamb  of  all  his  flock  ; — 

Matron  and  maiden  fond  caress, 
And  lead  her  to  the  altar-rock. 


104  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

That  rock,  her  truth,  is  all  as  strong ; 

As  pure  her  spirit,  as  the  stream 
Which  silv'ry  runs  its  sides  along 

So  brightly  in  the  moonlit  gleam. 
And  pure  and  lovely  as  the  flower 

That  decks  the  moss-grown  altar  fair, 
She  stood  within  that  forest-bower, 

Of  nature's  works  most  choice  and  rare  ! 
Glancing,  the  moonbeams  sweetly  fell 

With  tender  love  upon  her  face, 
As  angel  smiles,  that  fain  would  dwell 

Forever,  on  such  earthly  grace. 

Rich,  too,  in  every  noble  grace, 

The  royal  bridegroom  gazed  with  pride 

And  welling  love  upon  the  face 

Of  his  all-beauteous,  mountain  bride  ! 

Without  the  border  of  the  grove, 

The  multitude,  all  rev'rent,  stand  ; 
And,  in  the  circle,  lattice  wove 

Of  richest  vines, — their  noble  band. 
And  in  that  chancelled  sanctum  small, 

With  laurel,  bays,  encircled,  now 
Stand  bride  and  groom,  fair  maidens  all,    « 

With  priests  and  friends,  for  nuptial  vow. 


/ 


And  there,  in  GotT*  cathedral  grand. 
Lighted  by  myriad  stars  on  high. 
Guarded  by  Angels  pure,  we'll  stand. 
Our  canopy,  the  glorious  sky. 


PELAYO.  105 

By  wild  torch-light  and  moon's  last  smile, — 
For  wanes  she  now  as  day  draws  near, — 

Seems  all,  more  as  enchanter's  wile 
Than  aught  of  real  might  appear ! 

In  solemn  silence  hushed  is  all, 

Save  but  the  rippling  of  the  stream, 
And  night-bird's  note,  or  stray  leaf's  fall, 

While  peeping  stars,  soft,  twinkling  beam. 
Hushed  is  all  sound,  when,  full  and  clear, 

The  holy  bishop's  voice  doth  now 
Arise,  to  join  that  twain  so  dear, 

In  sacred,  loving,  marriage-vow. 

Oh !  what  a  grand  and  goodly  sight 
That  group  within  the  circlet  screen ! 

Grove,  altar,  priests,  "  liege-ladyes  "  bright, 
Bride,  royal  groom, — a  fairy  scene ! 

"With  warriors,  vassals, — torches  glow ; 
And  far  in  east  a  glimm'ring  ray 

Of  dawn  appears,  just  tinging  low, 
.  Horizon  clear,  with  promised  day. 

And  rituals  are  solemn  done, — 
The  holy  rites  are  uttered  now, — 

5* 


106  PELAYO. 

And  God  hath  joined  that  pair  as  one. 

While  by  the  altar  low  they  bow ; 
And  ev'ry  form,  within,  without 

Those  circles,  bends  in  earnest  prayer, — 
When  all  arise, — while  one  clear  shout 

Of  rapture  fills  the  morning  air 
For  bride  and  groom !  their  king  and  queen ! 

But  lo !  behold  yon  omen  bright ! 
Glowing  in  eastern  skies,  is  seen 

Aurora,  rising,  bathed  in  light ! 
Smiling  from  out  her  vapory  bed, 

All  blushing  rich  in  rosy  glow, 
While  glist'ning  dew-drops  radiance  shed 

O'er  tree  and  shrub  and  flower,  below. 
Slowly,  gray  shadows  pass  away, — 

Vanish  the  mists  from  mountain  side, 
As  glorious  Morn  leads  in  the  day, 

With  all  her  gorgeous  pomp  and  pride ! 

And  brightly  beam  the  radiant  eyes 

Of  our  brave  prince,  with  love  and  pride, 

Secure,  now,  of  his  blessed  prize, — 
The  lovely  being  by  his  side ! 

Brief  time  hath  he  to  whisper  low, 

"  Mine !  mine  alone ! — my  life !  my  bride ! 


PELAYO.  107 

Come  now  to  me,  or  weal  or  woe, 
Thy  love  will  brighten  darkest  tide  ! " 

Ere  fond  epithalamiums  ring, 

Nobles  and  vassals  bearing  share, — 

In  Kuptial  Lay  to  gayly  sing 
Their  blessing  on  the  Royal  Pair. 

EPITHALAMIUM. 

God  bless  our  King  and  Queen ! 

Spaniards'  glory  proud ! — 
Bright  now  the  silv'ry  sheen 

Lineth  our  dark  cloud ! 

Glancing  in  cheering  ray, 

Fair,  hopeful  gleaming, — 
O'er  sad  and  darkened  way, 

Joyously  beaming ! 

Lo !  now  Aurora  bright ! — 

Roseate  dawning ! 
So  fadeth  gloomy  night — 

Glorious,  our  morning ! 

God  bless  our  Royal  Bride  ! 
Star !  heav'nly  seeming ! 


108 


PEL  AY  O. 


Rising  o'er  stormy  tide, 
Radiant  beaming ! 

God  save  our  Prince  and  King ! 

Leave  him,  oh !  never ! 
Soon  may  the  paean  ring, — 

Victory  forever ! 

God  bless  our  Royal  Chief! 

Brave  Pelayo,  King ! 
Hastening  to  our  relief, 

While  the  wild  woods  ring. 

Hail !  to  our  Queen  and  King ! 

Evermore  to  reign 
O'er  hearts  that  joyous  sing 

Viva !  Loved  of  Spain ! 

Now  bear  they  forth  a  rustic  throne 
Of  osier  vines,  close  interwove, — 

With  flowerets  white,  pure  overstrown, 
Which  place  they  in  the  sanctum  grove 

Before  that  bay-crowned  altar,  where 

Are  standing  groom  and  bride,  so  fair, 

Awaiting  farther  holy  rite 

Than  that  which  heart  and  hand  may  plight ;- 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  109 

High  mass,  and  coronation  yet, 

And  Vow  for  Spain — none  may  forget — 

Nor  feast,  or  merry  bridal  ring 

Ere  rural  crowned  their  Queen  and  King. 

How  decked  was  all  in  Beauty's  light ! 

Breathing  of  naught  but  Nature's  power  ; 
As  if  the  wand  of  fairy  sprite 

Had  waved  o'er  all  this  sylvan  bower  ! 
Fair  censers  swung,  of  pomegran'te, 

Scooped  from  their  rinds  of  crimson  hue, 
Exhaling  odors  from  each  plant, 

Of  fragrance,  fresh  with  morning  dew. 
Enchanted  spot !  where  Fays  court  hold, 

For  brave  and  fair,  'twixt  Heav'n  and  earth  ! 
As  Moslem's  fancy  doth  behold 

His  "  Prophet  "  till  celestial  birth  : — 
By  God  and  all  good  angels  blest, — 

A  sainted  spot,  nearest  to  Heaven, — 
A  sanctuary  and  peaceful  rest 

So  kindly  to  Spain's  scattered  given, 
To  shield  and  guard  them  from  the  foe, 

To  fill  their  minds  with  holy  thought 
That  softens  every  earthly  woe, — 

Sole  balm  for  bosoms,  sorrow  fraught. 


110  PELAYO. 

Again  the  chant,  again  the  prayer, 

And  coronation  rites  are  said : 
Now  laurel  wreaths,  and  green  bay  fair 

Twine  o'er  pure  brow — and  royal  head  ; 
While  friars  grave,  and  maidens  bright, 

Lead  there  unto  the  forest  throne 
Spain's  lawful  King  and  Queen  of  light, 

Whose  beauty  as  the  morning  shone  ! 
And  friars,  elder  still,  advance, 

Bishop  Urbino  at  their  head, 
With  solemn  chant  and  Heav'n-ward  glance, 

To  bend  before  the  newly  wed. 
Placing  within  the  royal  hand 

A  sceptre,  formed  from  branches  three, 
A  triune-wrought,  symbolic  wand, 

Twined  from  bay,  olive,  and  oak  tree ; — 
Of  firmness,  valor,  peace  to  tell, — 

Admonishing,  e'er  silently, 
To  cherish  all  these  virtues  well, 

And  rev'rence  Holy  Trinity ; — 
And  over-twined  with  lilies  white, 

Whose  purity  should  reign  o'er  all ; — 
Each  royal  deed  be  pure  and  bright ; 

That  never  stain  of  darkness  fall, 
To  sully,  or  disgrace  the  name 

Of  Spain's  Great  Ruler,  evermore, 


PEL  A  TO.  Ill 

That  alway  shall  resound  with  fame 
Of  virtues  rare,  from  shore  to  shore. 

Then  cried  Centerio,  loud  and  clear, 

"  Spaniards  !  behold  your  Chief  and  King  ! 
Swear  ye  to  him  allegiance  dear, 

Until  your  souls  for  Heav'n  take  wing  ?  " 
All  bending  low,  with  close-crossed  arms, 

As  one  full  voice, — "  We  swear,"  arose, 
"  For  us,  our  seed,  to  guard  from  harms, 

E'er  faithful  serve,  destroy  his  foes, 
And  loyal  prove  to  this  our  ting, 

Our  country,  and  her  faith,  so  dear, — 
Untiringly  his  war-cry  ring 

Till  risen  Spain  in  splendor  clear !  " 

Fluttered  fair  maids,  as  dove-lets  round, 

While  Gomez,  faithful  Gomez,  stood 
Near  his  dear  master,  King  now  crowned  ! 

With  standard,  shield,  and  bright  sword  good ; 
And  close  beside  his  ladye-queen, 

Alphonse,  the  cherub  child, 
With  upraised  brow,  is  constant  seen, 

And  eyes  that  fondly  smiled. 
As  Cupid  unto  Yenus  bright 

Nestling  with  loving  joy, 


PELAYO. 

Clipt  of  his  wings,  the  saucy  wight ! 
Appears  that  lovely  boy. 

O'er  royal  heads,  in  graceful  fold, 

And  forming  background,  crimson  bright, 
Droop  banners,  that  in  days  of  old, 

Have  floated  high  through  bravest  fight ! 
Placing  within  the  lily  palm 

Of  his  loved  Queen,  the  sceptre-wand, 
The  King,  in  tones  clear,  fond,  and  calm, 

Addressed  her  thus  : — "  In  thy  dear  hand 
I  place  this  sceptre,  fair  and  pure, 

Queen  of  my  heart,  my  throne,  and  land ! 
As  pledge  of  love  and  fealty  sure, 

Of  us,  and  of  our  noble  band, 
To  whom  I  now  proclaim  thee  Queen, 

Alike  of  throne,  and  Spain,  as  heart ; 
For  regal  homage,  full,  I  ween, 

My  Queen  must  share  an  equal  part." 

Descending  then  from  rural  throne, 
Toward  the  centre  of  the  grove, 

Unto  a  rock,  with  moss  o'er-grown, 
He,  kneeling,  raised  his  eyes  above, 

In  humble,  ardent,  silent  prayer 
That  God  would  aid  him  well  to  keep 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  113 

The  vow  that  soon  must  rise  through  air 

To  Heav'nly  realms, — that  he  might  reap 
Laurels  most  pure,  from  duty  done 

In  sternest  sense, — in  ev'ry  deed  ; — 
Willing  to  fall  for  victory  won, — 

For  cross  and  country,  nobly  bleed. 
Deep  silence  reigned  throughout  the  crowd, 

As  that  heart-prayer  arose  on  high, 
While,  kneeling,  all  assembled  bowed, 

And  brighter  gleamed  the  eastern  sky, — 
As  if  it  beamed  with  angel  smile, 

Of  joy,  for  aspiration  given, 
From  noble  souls,  true,  free  from  guile, — 

Pure,  holy  prayer  !  that  wings  to  Heaven  ! 

Arose  Centerio,  and  drew  nigh 

The  king,  to  place  within  his  hand 
An  oaken  cross,  which  raised  he  high, 

Then  rev'rent  kissed, — while  bowed  the  band. 
When  grave,  Urbino's  voice  arose  : — 

"  King  !  hoped  salvation  of  our  land ! 
Deliv'rer  of  thy  people's  woes  ! 

Chief  of  our  brave  and  stalwart  band  ! 
Sole  heir  now  to  thy  country's  throne  ! 

We  look  alone  to  thee,  and  God, 


PEL  A  YO. 

To  still  Spain's  suff'ring,  anguished  moan, 

And  save  the  land  our  fathers  trod  ! 
Protect  her  from  the  spoiler's  hand, 

Throw  off  the  despot,  tyrant-yoke, 
Raise  up  her  enslaved,  trampled  band  ; 

And  not  until  her  chains  are  broke, 
Give  rest  or  slumber  to  thy  soul, 

As  we,  with  thee,  now  swear  to  do, 
Until  the  light  of  Freedom's  goal 

We  all  attain,  Spain  rise  anew  ! — 
In  victory  all  glorious  fair 

In  victory  all  shining  bright ; 
Till  victory's  shout  shall  rend  the  air, 

And  Peace  descend  in  robes  of  light. 

"  Dost  vow  thy  country's  wrongs  to  right  ? 

Dost  swear  to  work,  through  weal  and  woe, 
To  save  her  honor  purely  bright  ? 

To  die,  or  crush  the  invading  foe  ? 
Swear'st  thou  to  shield  her  welfare  e'er, 

Protect  her  from  each  foreign  foe  ; 
Her  suff 'rings  and  her  grief  to  share, 

Until  released  from  every  woe  ? 
Bravely  to  fight,  and  bleed,  and  fall, 

If  need  be,  in  her  glorious  cause, 


PELAYO.  115 

E'er  ready  for  her  rights  to  call, — 

Ne'er  in  thy  duty  stern,  to  pause  ? 
Righteous  to  govern, — each  pure  law 

"Well  based  on  equity  and  love  ; 
To  guard  against  each  unjust  flaw, 

And  serve  thy  God  who  reigns  above  ? 
And  Him  alone,  in  purity, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Until  His  Heav'nly  Courts  to  thee 

Shall  opened  be,  resigned  thy  post 
As  earthly  monarch  ? — when  this  sound 

Shall  cause  thy  heart  with  joy  to  thrill, — 
c  Weighed  in  the  balance,  faithful  found  ! ' 

Drink  thou  from  Heav'nly-flowing  rill, 
Freely  and  fully,  of  the  joy 

Celestial  that  the  faithful  share, — 
Angelic  draughts,  without  alloy  ! — 

Behold  thy  Father's  Kingdom  fair  !  " 

Thus  spake  th'  archbishop,  when  replied 
The  king,  in  accents  firm  and  clear  : — 

"  Father  !  my  country's  woes  have  cried 
Long,  loud,  and  high,  from  far  and  near, 

And  base  were  he,  Spain's  meanest  son, 
Who  would  not  to  her  rescue  fly, 


116  p  E  L  A  y  o . 

And  bravely  fight,  nor  danger  shun, — 
For  victory  to  fall,  or  die  !  " 

Raised  he  again  that  cross  on  high, — 

As  if  inspired,  his  soul  gushed  forth  ! — 
"  Great  God !  who  to  all  prayer  art  nigh, 

Hear  now,  while  plight  we  solemn  troth  ! 
Here  do  I  dedicate  to  Spain, 

To  Thee,  and  to  our  Queen,  most  dear, 
My  sword,  my  soul,  my  life,  each  vein 

Of  heart's  best  blood,  nor  faint  or  fear  ; 
But  lead,  and  fight  with  my  good  sword, 

Bravely  and  fearless  to  the  end  ; 
And  with  Thine  aid  destroy  the  horde  ; — 

To  chains,  or  "  Eblis  "  *  each  slave  send ! 
To  raise  again  our  fallen  Spain, 

To  wave  aloft  her  Leon  crest, 
And  plant  her  banner  broad  again 

From  Auseva  to  Ana  west ! 
To  govern  and  direct  with  love, 

And  earnest  seeking  after  right ; 
Thee  serve  alone,  my  God  above  ; — 

And  seek  to  shield  from  error's  night, 
My  country's  souls,  and  lead  them  e'er 

In  pleasant  paths  of  truth  and  peace, 

*  Prince  of  Darkness. 


PELAYO.  117 

Of  Wisdom's  ways,  that  all  may  share, 
And  comfort  find,  till  earth-life  cease.'' 

Again  that  oaken  cross  he  raised, 

And  to  his  lips  devoutly  pressed, 
Exclaiming, — "  God,  our  Lord,  be  praised ! 

Record  my  vow — His  angels  blest ! 
What  say  ye,  trampled  sons  of  Spain  ! 

Shall  one  lone  vow  be  written  there  ? — 
Rise  ye,  in  vengeance,  for  our  slain  ? 

Willing  are  ye,  base  yoke  to  bear 
Of  the  invading,  impious  crew, 

Who  trample  our  dear  cross  in  dust, 
Who  hold  that  cross  to  scoffing  view, 

And  in  Mahomet  place  their  trust  ? 
Shall  we  to  foreign  vultures  yield, — 

Enslaved  to  eat  our  bitter  bread  ? 
Or,  bravely  will  ye  good-sword  wield, 

By  me,  your  King,  e'er  loving  led  ? 
Swear  ye,  now,  vengeance  on  the  foe  ? 
Smite,  will  ye,  the  oppressor  low  ? — 
Offer  ye  all,  here,  with  me  now, 
To  Heav'n,  your  free  and  solemn  vow  ? 
Swear  ye,  to  strike  for  our  loved  cross, 

Our  honor,  and  our  native  land  ? 


118  PELAYO. 

* 

And  to  revenge  our  brethrens'  loss, — 

Our  noble,  martyred,  slaughtered  band  ? — 
To  league  ne'er  with  th'  accursed  foe  ? 

Ne'er  recreant  prove  to  faith  or  law  ? 
Ne'er  rest  from  combat's  strife  to  know, 

But  ceaseless  wage  perpetual  war, 
Until  our  dear  and  sullied  land 

Be  cleansed  from  each  polluting  foe, 
Raised  every  brave  and  valiant  hand 

To  fell  the  vile  oppressor  low  ? 
To  lift  our  glorious  banner  high  ? 

Base  blood  to  spill  for  our  brave  slain  ? 
And  raise  again  the  battle  cry 

Of '  Santiago  !   Vengeance  !  Spain  !  '  ?  " 

Aloft  he  raised  the  oaken  cross, 

Gazing  upon  his  stalwart  band  ! 
Then,  kneeling  on  that  rock  of  moss, 

Toward  Heaven  waved  his  outstretched  hand ! 

As  if  his  words  had  magic  sound, 

Bent  was  each  knee,  upraised  each  hand, 

While  swelled,  as  one  full  voice,  around, 
The  solemn  vow  of  that  brave  band  : — 

"  Hear  us,  O  God !  thy  people,  now, 
For  us,  and  for  our  sons,  w^e  vow, 


PEL  A  TO.  119 

To  offer  up  our  blood  and  life, 

If  need  be,  in  our  freedom's  strife ; 
To  fight  for  all  we  hold  most  dear, 

Our  faith,  our  country,  and  our  king ; 
Never  to  falter,  faint,  or  fear, 

But  earnest  battle  song  to  sing. 
As  Holocaust,  all  free  to  die 

For  these,  and  for  our  brethren  slain, 
While  loud  we  raise  the  wild  war-cry 

'  For  Vengeance  !   Victory  !  and  Spain  I ' 
Aid  Thou,  O  God  !  and  hear  us  now  ! — 

May  we  not  pray  and  strive  in  vain  ! 
Receive  our  one  united  vow  ! — 

Hear  Leon !  Auria  !  Heav'n  !  and  Spain  !  " 
Then  loud  arose  one  cheering  strain  ! — 

Throughout  the  hills  it  ringeth  round ! 
"  Pelayo  !  Victory  !  and  Spain  !  " 

Reechoing  to  remotest  bound 
Of  mountain,  forest,  valleys  all ! 
Again,  again-  to  rise  and  fall, 
As  though  that  heart-united  strain 
Thrilled  through  each  pulse  of  suff 'ring  Spain ! — 
As  echoed  back  that  "  Vow  for  Spain" 
Rolling  o'er  hills  in  fading  strain, — 
With  glory  bright,  the  sun  shone  out ! 
When  rose  another  ringing  shout 


120  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Of  greeting  to  the  god  of  day, 
Who  thus  burst  forth  with  brilliant  ray, — 
Bright  harbinger  of  joy  and  love, — 
An  omen  fair  from  Heav'n  above ! 
As  fain  he  too  would  come,  to  cheer 
With  hopeful  light  Spain's  children  dear ; 
And  comfort  her  down-trodden  band, 
With  promised  brightness  to  their  land ! 
Beloved  Spain  !  who,  through  night-cloud 
Of  swarthy  Moslem,  cries  aloud 
For  light  and  comfort  from  the  skies, 
To  raise  her,  ere  she  hopeless  dies  ! 

Look !  as  that  orb  in  splendor  rolls 
His  eastern  way,  and  wings  unfolds 
Of  glorious  brightness,  how  they  fall 
Upon  that  cross  !  as  if  to  call 
Each  eye  and  heart  to  view,  with  pride, 
That  symbol,  tow'ring  on  the  side 
Of  highest  peak,  in  glory  bright, 
Radiant  with  glances  of  God's  light ! 

Again,  again  the  mountain  rang, 

Till  from  the  copse  the  wild  deer  sprang ; 

Up  rose  the  lark,  to  pinion  poise, 

In  terror  at  the  wild'ring  noise  ! 


PELAYO.  121 

Casting  one  look  of  wild  affright, 
While  glittered  from  his  wings,  in  light, 
Bright  sparkling  drops,  as  dew-gems  shed, 
Pilfered  from  last  night's  grassy  bed. 
Startled  the  owl  from  morning  dream, 
To  join  her  voice  in  clam'rous  scream ; 
While  full  and  clear  the  blackbird  sang 
Her  matin-vow,  that  merry  rang. 
Trilled  the  wild  streams,  in  rippling  joy, 

Their  liquid  chant,  in  winding  dance, 
With  bord'ring  vines  and  flowers  to  toy 

In  sparkling  smile,  'neath  sunbeam's  glance. 
Tossed  high  their  heads  in  morning  breeze, 

Old  forest  oaks,  there  tow'ring  proud, 
Breaking  their  light  and  mist-crowned  wreaths 

In  waving  joy,  as  they  too  vowed 
And  wafted,  toward  the  realm  above, 

That  oath  which  ah1  of  earth  there  nigh 
Seemed  off 'ring,  in  fond,  truthful  love, 

To  God,  the  JSeav'nly  Father  high  ;— 
While  slow  the  mists  rose  from  the  side 

Of  mountain,  valley,  hill,  and  dale, 
Soft,  gently  spreading,  far  and  wide, 

Toward  heaven,  in  floating,  vapory  veil. 
Advanced  Urbino,  with  raised  cross, 

And,  kneeling,  thus  addressed  his  God : 


122  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

"  Great  Father !  who  didst  save  the  Lost 

And  scattered  Tribe  who  felt  thy  rod, 
Look  down,  we  pray  thee,  on  us  now ! 

Pity  our  woes,  and  hear  our  call ! 
Receive  thy  children's  offered  vow, 

For  victory  and  the  Moslem  fall ! 
Bless  Thou  our  King,  now  chosen  here, 

With  wisdom,  strength,  to  do  all  right ; 
Be  Thou  unto  him  ever  near, — 

Surround  him  with  Thine  angels  bright, 
That  Holy  Influence  may  so  blend 

With  all  his  own  high,  noble  power, 
That  bravely,  e'er,  unto  the  end, 

He  may  endure,  till  brighter  hour 
Effulgent,  fair,  on  Spain  shall  dawn, 

And  glory,  reillumined,  break, 
As  beams  to  us  this  beauteous  morn ! 

As  glorious  doth  yon  sun  awake  ! — 
Bless  each  and  all  assembled  here, 

Our  people  sad  throughout  the  land ; 
Protect  their  wives  and  children  dear, 

With  Thine  all-powerful,  gracious  Hand ! " 

Gravely  rising  now  from  prayer, 
Benedictions  solemn  fall 


PEL  A  TO.  123 


Over  all  assembled  there, 
Royal — Xoble — Warriors  all. 
"  JBenedicat  vos, 
Omnipotens  Dem, 
Pater  et  Filius, 
Et  Spiritus  Sanctum. 
Amen." 


CANTO   1Y. 

BUT  turn  we  to  our  Lovers  now, 

So  joyous,  beautiful,  and  true ! 
So  blest,  in  mutual,  loving  vow ! 

To  finish  well  this  Eden  view ! 
Soon,  nobles  lead,  full  time  I  ween, 

To  Royal  Cave,  fair,  wide,  and  vast, 
Where  sumptuous  bridal-feast  hath  been 

Prepared,  to  break  their  lengthened  fast. 
Less  than  an  arrow's  flight,  there  grew 

Two  lofty  elms,  whose  limbs  entwine, 
And,  drooping,  hide  from  casual  view 

A  spacious  cave,  whose  porch,  with  vine 
Of  eglantine  and  wild  rose  sweet, 

Was  draped,  festooned,  most  wondrous  fair, 
In  graceful  garlands  rich  to  meet, 

And  fill  with  fragrance  all  the  air. 
Fronting  these  trees,  a  mossy  green 

Sloped  gently  down,  encircled  quite 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  125 

With  hazels,  that,  all  shimm'ring  seen, 

Formed  grove  of  beauty,  freshly  bright !  — 
Over  their  boughs'  extended  reach, 

Wild  running  vines,  lithe  spreading,  threw 
Their  tendrils  to  fair  trees  of  beech, 

And  thus  a  canopy  o'er-grew, 
Pendent  with  fragrant  blossoms  white, 

With  fruit,  of  crimson,  purple  hue, 
Gleaming  as  jewels  clear  and  bright 

When  sun-beams  lighted  them  to  view. 
And,  in  the  centre  of  the  green, 

A  fairy  fountain  lulling  played ; 
While,  in  a  mimic  pond,  were  seen 

Bright  speckled  fish,  golden  arrayed  : — 
Fair  entrance  to  a  fairy  bower ! 

Now  part  the  branches — raise  the  vine, — 
Put  lovingly  aside  each  flower, — 

And  enter  we  this  bridal  shrine ! 

Oh !  wond'rous  power  of  Nature's  own ! — 

Hall  after  hall  of  marble  white, 
Where  clear  stalactites  pendent  shone, 

Reflecting  rainbow  colors  bright ! 
And  suites  of  spacious  chambers  high, 

With  fair  boudoirs  attached  thereto, 


126  PELAYO. 

And  domes,  through  which  the  azure  sky, 
'Mid  covert  openings,  sly  peeped  through  ! 

All  richly  decked  her  court  with  flowers, — 

Filled  natural  vases  with  their  charms, 
While  at  the  porch  and  through  the  bowers 

Warbled  sweet  birds  till  evening  calm, 
When  Philomel,  her  mellow  strain 
Enlinked  in  concord's  dulcet  chain, 
And  harmony,  throughout  the  wild, 
Continuous  welled,  till  morning  smiled  ; 
When  trilled  again  the  lark  his  lay 
In  matin  chant  to  herald  day, 
Until  one  anthem  ceaseless  rolled 
In  praise  to  Him  the  God  of  Old, — 
From  Nature's  choristers,  that  rang 

Their  gushing  joy  from  eve  to  morn, — 
From  morn  till  eve,  His  praises  sang, 

With  midnight  stars  and  morning  dawn ; 
While  cushat  doves,  with  cooing  tone 

Of  happy  joy  and  love,  had  placed 
Their  nests  amid  wild-roses  grown 

Over  the  portal,  blossom-graced. 

Busy  had  been  each  skilful  hand 
Of  artist,  maid,  and  matron  there, 


PELATO.  127 

To  deck  that  care,  fondly  had  planned 

To  drape  with  taste  and  beauty  rare 
Each  hall,  with  every  fragrant  flower 

Breathing  sweet  odors  all  around, 
Where,  fairest  of  this  sylvan  bower, 

The  Sanctum  of  our  Queen  was  found 
With  niches,  alcoves,  natural-graced, 
Where  mountain  sculptors  fondly  placed 
Statue  and  vase,  in  idle  hour, 
Wrought  with  exact  artistic  power, 
To  please  the  fancy  of  their  queen, 

To  deck  with  works  of  art  her  bower, 
And  beauties,  ne'er  in  court-life  seen, 

Of  mountain's  fairest  vine  and  flower. 
The  marble  floor  with  heath  o'erspread, 

Whose  purple  blossoms  raised  to  meet 
With  kiss  of  love  her  fairy  tread, 

Exhaling  fragrance  richly  sweet. 
And,  in  an  alcove,  osier  couch 

Spread  with  the  myrtle  fresh,  and  thyme, 
And  richest  moss,  that  one  might  vouch 

With  hidden  eyes,  was  down  most  fine. 
And  fleecy  covering,  soft  and  white, 

Culled  from  the  flocks  for  their  "  Pet  Lamb," 
Forced  from  her  home  to  mountain  flight, — 

Still  guarded  by  the  "  Great  I  Am." 


128  PELAYO. 

Nor  lack  they  yet  fine  linen  here, 

Or  other  needs  of  palace  life  ; 
For  Inez,  for  her  mistress  dear, 

Had  all  their  panniers  filled,  well  rife, 
With  comforts  that  the  wild-wood  ne'er 

Could  substitute,  or  hope  to  find  ; 
While  Gomez,  too,  her  zeal  doth  share,— 

Each  striving,  with  deep  interest  kind, 
To  soften  every  ill  and  care, 

To  add  each  comfort  in  their  power, 
And  thus  enable  well  to  bear 

Her  rustic  life,  their  palace  flower. 
Frescoed  the  walls  with  lilies  white, 

Garlands  of  lilies  draped  around, 
Emblem  of  her  pure  spirit  bright ;  — 

While  orange-buds  and  myrtle  wound 
Each  vase  and  statue,  breathing  fair 

Of  bridal  love  and  constancy, 
Which  each  to  each  should  ever  bear 

Through  life — through  all  eternity. 

But  look  we  in  the  vast  saloon, 

Glitt'ring  with  all  those  rainbow  drops 

How  generous  Nature  in  this  boon  ! 
Who  not  alone  at  comfort  stops, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  129 

But  decorates,  to  please  the  eye, 

With  bright  prismatic  beauties  rare, 
Her  canopy,  upraised  on  high, 

Above  that  table's  sumptuous  fare 
Of  every  game  the  mountain  gave, 
Of  every  fish  her  waters  lave, 
Gathered  from  all  that  mountain  side, 
To  grace  the  'Board'  of  King  and  Bride. 
Rich  fruit  from  every  bearing  tree, 

Sweet  berries  from  each  bush  and  vine, 
With  honey  from  the  forest  bee, 

And  draughts  of  purest  native  wine ; 
Pomegranate,  citron,  peach,  and  pear, 
Bright  cherries  and  acava  fair, 
Orange  and  melon,  fig  and  lime, 
All  fruits  and  berries  of  that  clime ; 
]S"uts  from  the  hazel,  chestnut,  beech, 
Almond  and  filbert, — berries  each, — 
Straw,  black,  and  raspberries  from  side 
And  sunny  .height  of  mountain  wide  : 
Epagners,  crowned  with  fruit  and  flower, 

Complete  that  table's  ample  spread ; — 
And  must  we  not  forget  Spain's  dower 

Of  white  and  wholesome  chestnut  bread. 
6* 


180  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Fell  flashing  rays  on  crystal  drop, 

From  sandal  and  sweet  citron  wood 
That  burned  within  that  fairy  grot 

In  marble  cassolets  ; — and  stood 
Vassals,  whose  rods  of  clove  illume, 

And  wave  an  incense  richly  sweet, 
Pervading  all  with  rare  perfume, — 

Magnetic, — that  the  senses  meet, 
And  soothe  to  softest  harmony 

All  care,  and  ill,  and  passing  woe, 
While  falls,  as  gentle  minstrelsy, 

The  lulling  sound  of  water's  flow. 

Raised  at  the  banquet's  head  a  seat 

All  canopied  with  banners  bright, 
While  spread  beneath,  for  royal  feet, 

Were  mats  of  moss  and  fleece  of  white. 
Hither  were  led  the  king  and  queen, 

Unto  this  cavern's  banquet  throne, 
Where,  cynosure  of  that  bright  scene, 

Fair  Zillah  still  most  beauteous  shone  ! 
While  jasmine  wreaths,  and  roses  red, 

Entwined  around  stalactites  clear, 
Drooping,  in  fragrance,  o'er  each  head, — 

Oft  kissing  cheek  and  shoulder  near. 


PELAYO.  131 

The  monarch,  noble,  dignified, 

Apollo, — Mars, — to  fancy  seemed, 
Combined  in  one  ; — search  far  and  wide, 

A  couple  ne'er  so  perfect  beamed 
Upon  a  fond  and  loving  court, 

As  this,  our  King  and  Queen  of  Spain  ! 
While  near,  were  placed  Braves  that  had  fought, 

Fair  bride-maids,  nobles  of  their  train, 
Matron  and  priests — all  gently  born, 

Who  cast  away  now  far  and  wide 
All  sorrow  on  this  joyous  morn, — 

Happy  in  their  dear  king  and  bride  ; 
While  toast  and  song,  with  merry  glee, 

Fill  up  the  measure  full  and  high, 
Of  pure  and  happy  harmony, — 

While  gayly  flit  the  moments  by 
In  that  strange  mountain-cavern  wild 

That  ne'er  had  seen  such  feast  before, — 
Graced  by  an  Oread-nymph  so  mild, 

Whom  ail  must  love — and  one  adore ! 

And  well,  in  truth,  adored  were  she, — 

Fair  as  an  angel  pure  to  bless 
His  life  and  home  where'er  to  be, 

With  all  of  woman's  loveliness ! 


132  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Those  eyes  so  bright — of  heaven's  own  hue, 

So  sweet  with  love's  confiding  ray  ! — 
His  deep  impassioned  glance  so  true 

As  though  it  ne'er  could  turn  away 
From  gazing  e'er  with  welling  bliss 

And  heart-felt  joy,  ne'er  known  before, 
Upon  such  blessing,  now  all  his, 

His,  his  alone,  forevermore  ! — 
O  happy  pair  !  united  now 

In  holy  love's  fond  plighted  vow  ! 
Nor  father, — rival, — e'er  may  part 

Or  sever  now,  fond  wedded  heart. 
And  all  the  brightness  of  that  morn, 

Flower,  bird,  and  streamlet  rippling  by, — 
Hill,  dale,  and  valley,  sunny  lawn, — 

Naught,  half  so  fair  on  mountain  high, 
As  that  blest  pair, — beaming  with  love  ! 
All  glorious  light !  spark  from  Above  ! 
Gleaming  with  soul-fraught  flashes  deep, 
Electric,  wildly  fond  to  sweep 
With  thrilling  rapture's  holiest  power, 
Fond  hearts,  in  that  gay  bridal  hour ! 

And  glances  flash  from  maidens'  eyes 
Grey,  black,  and  azure  too,  I  ween ! 


PELATO.  133 

On  bravest  knights,  who  may  defy 

Aught  else,  bat  not  such  weapons  keen, 
That  penetrate  all  armor's  show, 

Piercing  bold  hearts  full  deep  and  sure  ! 
Conquering,  ere  yet  its  victim  know, 

With  wound  most  fatal,  passing  cure  ! — 
But  still,  they  fall  not  cowards  there, — 

Return  they  freely  Cupid's  fire, 
Wounding  in  turn  the  daring  fair, 

As  tones  respond  to  full-struck  lyre. 

No  !  ne'er,  I  ween  !  by  night  or  day, 
That  mountain  shone  one  half  so  gay 
As  now,  with  hearts  and  beauty  bright, 
It  beamed  in  joy  and  love's  delight ! 
For  sweetest  harmony  there  crowned 

The  scene,  each  spirit,  and  the  hour ; — 
And  as  the  buds  there  bloomed  around, 

Hearts  opened  to  love's  witching  power ! 
And  all  is  joy  and  ecstasy ! 

While  melting, — martial  songs  resound, 
Until  again  all  rise  to  see 

The  Pledge  for  king  and  queen  pass  round ; 
When  from  the  feast  they  turn  away, 

Each  free  to  seek  his  pleasure  best ; — 


134  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

The  loving,  'mid  sweet  groves  to  stray, — 
The  aged,  to  more  quiet  rest. 

And  there  were  tender  vows,  I  wis. 

Breathed  'neath  the  myrtle  bowers  that  day, 
And  fondest  seal,  in  nectar  kiss, 

With  Cupid,  monarch  arch,  to  sway 
And  thrill,  amid  the  aspen  trees, 
Sweet-hearts,  to  quiver  as  their  leaves, 
Touched  by  the  power  of  his  loved  thrall, 
Till,  conquered,  they  all  willing  fall, 
Gay,  happy  captives  !  glad  to  lie 

In  rosy  bonds, — 'neath  sweetest  power  ; 
Nor  from  these  chains  would  ever  fly, — 

Or  ransomed  be,  by  richest  dower. 

How  lovely,  too,  those  mountain  maids  ! 

As  caged-birds  loosed  in  forest-wild, — 
As  Oreads  bright,  in  green-wood  shades, 

Or  pure  descended  angels  mild  ! — 
And  children  'sport  in  gayest  mood 

All  merrily,  and  filled  with  glee, 
There  chasing  up  and  down  the  wood 

Each  butterfly  and  humming  bee  ; 
Or,  frolicking  young  naiads  seen 
In  rivulets,  'mid  broad  leaves  green  ; — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  135 

Laving  their  white  and  tiny  feet 

In  pebbly  brooks,  where  wild  flowers  sweet 

Dip,  from  their  margins,  in  the  breeze 

That  bends  their  heads  and  sways  the  trees, 

Tossing  each  ringlet,  sunny  bright, 

Of  cherub  child,  as  elfin  sprite. 

And  friars  pace  by  lonely  way 

In  holy  meditation  deep, 
Their  breviary,  and  prayers  to  say, — 

Their  sacred  vigils  e'er  to  keep. 
While  huntsmen  bold,  fierce  for  the  chase, — 

"Wind  loud  and  clear  the  bugle  horn, 
To  seek,  ere  eve  draws  on  apace, 

Fox,  rabbit,  deer,  and  bounding  fawn ; 
And  sportsmen,  for  light,  feathered  game, 

(As  ran  the  taste, — less  arduous  toil), 
For  pheasant,  partridge,  grouse, — till  came 

Hour  for  return,  laden  with  spoil. 
While  minds  more  pensive,  seek  the  stream, 

With  hook  and  line,  for  angler's  play, — 
For  speckled  fish,  that  darting  gleam, 

Bright  sparkling,  in  the  sunny  ray. 
And  groups  are  gathered,  here  and  there, 

To  list  unto  some  legend  old, 


136  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Or  ballad  sung  of  maiden  fair, 

Or  tale  of  warrior  bravely  bold. 
Thus,  "  Dolce  far  niente"  life 

They  happy  pass,  all,  light  of  heart, 
Regardless  of  the  coming  strife, 

In  which  each  son  must  bear  his  part ; — 
For  are  they  not  all  rallied  now, 

With  chief  and  king  to  lead  again  ? 
And  has  not  Heaven  received  their  vow 

To  raise  again  their  fallen  Spain  ? 
And  Hope  reigns  brightly  o'er  each  heart, — 

Hope  sings  again  her  cheering  song 
That  Victory  shall  be  their  part, 

And  Peace  smile  on  their  kingdom  long ! 

Where  linger  our  loved  bridal  pair, 

Who,  as  the  morning  brilliant  opes, 
Shed  o'er  each  heart,  their  radiance  fair 

"  Couleur  de  rose  "  of  blissful  hopes  ? — 
Too  sacred, — deep  with  holy  joy, 

Is  their  heart-love,  so  pure,  I  trow, 
To  gaze  therein  with  rude  annoy 

For  those  who  ne'er  pledged  nuptial-vow  ; 
And  those  who  have,  may  better  tell 

From  fond  remembrance, — the  deep  thrill 


PELAYO.  137 

Of  rapturous  joy,  that  full  did  well, 
And  all  their  bosom-pulses  fill ! 

Apart  they  rove  in  fairy  bowers, 

As  Paradise, — Elysian  bright ! 
On  rosy  pinions  flit  the  hours, 

Till,  in  the  west,  now  glows  the  light 
Of  setting  sun,  in  grandeur  proud, 

Crimson,  in  rich  fantastic  shapes ; 
When,  in  their  sanctum, — from  the  crowd, 

They  list  the  note  the  bulbul  wakes, 
As  heralds  she  approaching  night ; — 

And  in  that  calm  and  sweet  retreat, 
Glowing  with  Love's  effulgent  light, 

While  rapturous  their  fond  hearts  beat, 
Speak  they  of  happy  future  bright, 

When,  Spain  all  free  from  Moslem  foe, 

in  their  course  but  love  shall  flow  ! 


Sadly,  they  turn  to  sorrows  sped, — 
Still  fondly  dwell  on  joys  to  come  ; 

When,  Discord  with  the  Invader  fled, 

Sweet  Peace  shall  reign  o'er  all  their  home  ; 

And  Love,  with  fettered  pinions,  rest 
In  rosy  chains,  contented  there, — 


138  PELAYO. 

So  happy  and  supremely  blest 

Ne'er  could  he  dream  of  home  more  fair  ; — 
Nor  would  they  seek  to  roam  from  this 
Enchanted  spot  of  sylvan  bliss, 
Where  all  breathes  of  the  Heaven  above, 
And  Nature  smiles  in  joyful  love, 
But,  save  their  country's  long  felt  woes 

Call  for  redress  and  vengeance  sure, 
They'd  shun  all  care  a  court-life  knows, 

To  pass  their  days  'mid  scenes  so  pure. 

Fond  breathed  his  soul  its  incense  sweet, — 

The  king,  his  happiness  divine, 
As  gazing  in  her  blue  eyes  deep, — 

"  Mine  angel-bride  !  mine  !  only  mine  !  " 
Was  still  the  burden  of  his  lay,  — 

"  Oh  !  is  it  then  no  dream  divine 
To  sadly  fade,  and  pass  away  ? — 

And  art  thou,  Love,  forever  mine  ? 

"  O  blessed  God  !  I  pray  Thee  now 
To  make  me  worthy  of  the  prize 

Thou  gives t  me  in  holy  vow, 

My  bride  !  mine  angel  from  the  skies  ! 

Teach  me  to  guard  and  cherish  e'er, 

As  Thou  wouldst  wish,  my  precious  flower ; 


PEL  A  TO.  139 

Guard  Thou  !  I  pray,  with  choicest  care, 

And  shield  her,  through  each  passing  hour  ! 
How  may  I  thank  Thee  for  the  boon  ! — 

How  worthy  prove  of  this  great  trust ! — 
I'll  raise  Thy  Cross  'bove  Crescent  moon, 

The  Moslem  banner  crush  in  dust, 
And  all  the  foes  of  our  dear  faith 

Will  scatter  to  the  four  winds  wide, 
Of  '  Prophet-creed,'  leave  not  a  wraith  ! — 

And  this  were  nothing,  for  my  bride  ! — 
N"o  recompense  may  e'er  suffice 

To  liquidate  my  Heavenly  debt ! 
Thou  seest  the  gratitude  that  lies 

In  my  soul's  depths  !  ne'er  to  forget  !— 
My  ardent  thanks  shall  e'er  rise  up 
From  gratitude's  o'er-flowing  cup, — 
And  this  fond  heart  throb  constantly, 
In  ever-thankful  love  to  Thee  ! 

"  May  perfumes  from  all  fairest  flowers, 
May  every  breeze  that  floats  on  high, 

Breathe  to  Thee,  of  our  happy  hours  ! 
Bear  Thee  each  loving,  grateful  sigh ! 

May  every  dew-drop's  sun-beam  flight 
Bear  glist'ning  tears  of  joyful  love 


140  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

From  gratitude  e'er  glowing  bright, 

Pure  as  the  angels  know  Above  ! 
Let  now  the  bulbul  speak  to  Thee 
In  her  sweet,  liquid  minstrelsy, 
Of  my  soul-gushing,  grateful  joy, 
My  welling  bliss,  free  from  alloy ! 
May  earth  and  air  and  sky  and  sea 
Sing  one  eternal  song  to  Thee  ! 
And  thus  my  thanks  outspoken  be 
For  this  my  bride  Thou  givest  me  ! 
Too  deep  my  love,  my  joy,  for  speech ! — 
"No  words,  my  holiest  feelings  reach ! 
And  tremble  I,  lest  all  untrue 
This  wondrous  joy  !  and  from  my  view 
Thou  float  away — an  angel  bright, — 
Or  fade,  as  some  fair  dream  of  night ; 
And  waken  I  alone,  to  mourn  ! 
Of  all  my  fondest  visions  shorn  ! 
Look  on  me,  Love  !  speak  !  speak  and  smile  ! 

Tell  me  thou  art  indeed  mine  own  ! — 
My  bride  of  earth  ! — no  myth,  or  wile, 

To  pass  and  leave  me,  sad — alone  !  " 
Fondly  he  pressed  her  to  his  breast, — 

Parted  her  tresses  from  her  brow, — 
Again  that  brow,  her  lips,  caressed : — 

"  Thou  art  mine  own  !  I  clasp  thee  now 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

All  palpable  and  human  here  ! 

Enfolded  truly  in  these  arms ! 
My  love  !  my  soul !  my  bride  so  dear, 

Glowing  with  life  and  radiant  charms ! — 
Oh  !  love  me  !  love  me,  angel  mine  ! 

Take  not  thy  sweet  lips  once  away  ! 
Oh  !  let  me  cling  thus  e'er  to  thine  ! 

My  bride  ! — thou  canst  not  say  me  nay, 
Speak  !  speak  thy  love  !  and  let  me  hear 

If  half  thou  sharest  of  my  joy  ? — 
Beams  earth  now  to  thee  newly  dear, 

Without  one  saddened,  dark  alloy  ?  " 

"  Nay !  nay !  my  love  !  how  may  I  speak 

If  kisses  stop  my  words, — my  lips ! 
As  flower,  in  helpless  silence  weak, 

While  humming-bird  incessant  sips  ! 
Nay  !  prithee  cease  !  and  I  will  speak, 

As  ladies  ever  would,  you  know, — 
Most  cruel !  thus  such  guard  to  keep, 

Giving  no  chance  for  ay  or  no  ! 
Now  cry  thee  thanks,  mine  only  love  ! 

Gladly  respond  I  to  thy  soul, — 
With  thee,  I  thank  our  God  Above  !— 

Share  I,  thy  joy  and  love,  the  whole, — 


142  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Not  l  half  thy  joy ' — my  life  !  mine  own  ! 

Thou  know'st  full  well — am  I  not  here  ? 
Have  I  not  fled  with  thee  alone  ? — 

Whom  have  I  now  but  thee,  so  dear  ? 
How  dark,  how  drear  this  world  to  me 

Apart  from  thee,  mine  own  true  love 
Nay,  nay,  I  could  not  live  from  thee  ! — 

Without  thee,  what  were  Heaven  above  ? 
And  '  happy ! ' — oh  !  how  blest  am  I ! 

Thine  own  loved  bride  !  thine,  only  thine  '. 
Ay,  brighter  far  seem  earth  and  sky, — 

And  fairer  still  yon  moon-beams  shine 
Than  e'er  they  smiled  on  me  before  ! 

On  me,  thy  happy,  happy  bride  ! — 
Whom,  Love,  thou  blindly  dost  adore 

While  gazing  on  the  brighter  side 
Of  my  poor  virtues,  yet  to  learn 

How  weak  and  frail  in  all  of  right, 
But  rich  in  love,  to  thee  I  turn, 

As  sun-flower,  to  her  god  of  light. — 
I  see  no  brightness  but  with  thee, 

Behold  no  joy  that  is  not  thine, — 
Happy,  with  thee,  where'er  to  be, 

And  in  thy  light  alone  to  shine. 
And  full  my  chalice-blest  of  joy, 

Dearest,  as  thine,  save  that  I  know 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  143 

One  sad,  sad  spot  of  dark  alloy. 

When  thinking,  thou  must  from  me  go 
E'en  for  a  day,  to  risk  thy  life, 

More  precious  far  than  worlds  to  me  ! — 
In  wild  and  hateful  battle-strife, — 

Mayhap,  forever  severed  we  !  " 

"  Is  this  my  nightingale  !  my  bird ! 

Chanting  such  doleful  vespers  here  ? — 
No  mournful  notes  may  now  be  heard, — 

A  Chieftain's  bride  should  know  not  fear ! — 
IsTay  cheer  thee  !  cheer  thee,  gentle  one  ; 

A  voice,  within  me,  speaks  of  hope  ! 
Saying, — that  ours  the  victory  won  ! 

Successfully,  we  battle  cope  !  " 

Sweetly  she  turns  her  dove-like  eyes, 

To  drink,  from  his,  of  hopeful  joy, 
"While  happier  now  her  fair  head  lies 

Upon  his  breast,  half  trust,  half  coy, — 
With  mingling  sweet,  of  maid  and  wife 

Of  holy  feelings,  only  known 
To  pure  and  good,  in  this  earth-life, — 

Hearts,  where  sweet  lily-love  hath  grown. 
There,  all  confiding,  fond,  and  pure, 

Reclines  she  on  her  lover's  breast, 


144  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Nestling,  of  love  and  honor  sure, 

Where,  as  a  bird,  she'd  ever  rest. 
While  fondly  plays  he  with  each  curl, 

So  sunny  fair,  of  golden  hue  ; 
Kissing  white  lids,  that  sweet  unfurl 

O'er  violet  eyes  of  heavenly  blue. — 
But  list !  soft  on  the  evening  air 

Come  borne  upon  the  breezes  bland, 
Sweetly,  the  vesper-tones  of  prayer, 

Full  rising  from  the  mountain  band  ; 
When,  humbly  too.  they  bend  the  knee, 
In  orison,  to  Deity, 
Pure  as  the  twilight  dews  to  rise 
In  holy  incense  to  the  skies. 

Now,  cooling  draughts  and  fruits  most  rare 
Are  placed  before  our  happy  pair, 
While  clear  the  nightingale's  sweet  prayer 
Still  warbling  floats  through  evening  air. 


CANTO    Y. 

ALL  freshly  clear  and  glowing  bright 
Breaks  forth  again  the  morning  light ; 
Again  the  orient,  glimmering  red, 
Calls  warriors  from  their  mountain  bed, 
And  while  the  mists  rise  toward  the  sky, 
Full  many  a  matin  wafts  on  High  ; — 
While  huntsmen,  ready  for  the  chase, 
Dash  forth,  on  merry  mountain  race, 
Through  thicket  green,  through  opening  clear, 
To  seek  the  roe  and  bounding  deer. 
O'er  purple  heath,  at  dawning  day, 
Through  wild'ring  paths,  they  wend  their  way 
Where  frightful  crags  above  them  bow, 
Along  wild  rocks  and  ravine's  brow, 
Then  through  the  copse  and  chestnut  grove 
To  slacken  pace,  more  quiet  rove  ; 
WTiere  gentle  mood  induced,  they  lose 
More  ardent  zest  to  pensive  muse, 
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146  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Some  on  their  bright-eyed  ladye-fair, 
Others,  in  country's  woes,  thought  share. 

Brief  moments  these  for  tender  thought, 
A  glimpse  of  tossing  antlers  caught, 
When,  loud  the  hounds  and  sportsmen  cry 
Again  the  hills  and  dells  reply  ! 
And  dashing  on,  stag,  archer,  hound, 
Once  more  all  merrily  they  bound, 
With  yelling  bay  and  arrows'  twang, 
As  speeding  on  the  wild-deer  sprang. 
Cruel  the  sport !  not  kind  the  heart 
That  sends  the  fatal,  death-winged  dart, 
To  lay  that  beauteous  prey  all  low, 
And  meet  the  mild  eye's  anguished  glow, 
As  sad  the  upturned,  mournful  gaze, 
Is  cast  in  last  expiring  haze 
Reproachful !  as  tho'  fain  to  say, — 
Could  ye  not  spare  my  brief,  bright  day  ? 
Why  seek  ye  my  free  mountain  home 
Where  erst  I  fearlessly  might  roam  ? — 
Or,  shielded  here,  could  ye  not  spare, 
And  suffer  me  God's  gifts  to  share  ? 

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But  sportsman-heart  not  oft,  I  ween, 
Is  touched  by  tender  conscience  keen  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  147 

When  bugles  ring  and  staunch  hounds  cry 
And  swift  the  springing  stag  goes  by, 
No  thought,  but  for  the  bow  true  bent, 
And  whistling  arrow  surely  sent ! — 
And  thus,  in  huntsman's  merry  day, 
All  softer  thoughts  are  cast  away. 

Xow,  one  by  one,  as  blossoms  ope, 

Appear  sweet  maiden-flow'rets  fair, 
Bright,  as  the  mom,  with  love  and  hope, — 

As  radiant,  in  their  beauty  rare. 
While  round  the  moss-grown  Altar-rock, 

To  raise  the  matin  hymn  on  high, 
Assembled,  range  the  mountain  flock, — 

From  cave  and  forest-sport  to  hie  ; 
When  swelling  on  the  morning  air 

Arises  full  and  rich  and  free, 
With  mist  and  dew  in  offerings  share, 

Their  orison  of  melody, 
Day,  prayer-begun,  all  brightly  crowned 

With  holy  aspiration's  rays, 
That  draw  from  Heaven  pure  angels  round, 

To  guard  through  darkened  earthly  ways  ! — 
How  beautiful  the  soul's  incense  ! 
Borne  through  empyrean  ether  hence 


148  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Pure  wafting  to  the  Heavenly  throne  ! 
To  God — unaided,  and  alone  ! — 
No  courtly  pomp  or  herald  fine 

To  sound  the  name  and  lead  the  way, 
Unto  our  blessed  Lord  Divine  ; — 

Whose  Gates  wide  open,  night  and  day, 
Stand  in  their  pearly  brightness  fair  ; 

That  all  may  welcome  entrance  find, — 
The  high  and  low  alike  to  share 

His  love  and  wondrous  mercy  kind  ! 
Oh  blessed  Gates  of  peace  and  light, 

That  wearied  souls  may  pass  within  ! 
All  drooping,  worn,  through  sorrow's  night  !- 

A  glorious  morning  to  begin  ! 
Hark !  as  those  human  voices  blend 

In  richest  harmony  of  prayer, 
The  green-wood  birds  their  sweet  notes  lend 

To  fill  with  praise  the  morning  air ; 
Striving  as  who  should  loudest  swell 

His  gratitude  to  God  above, 
With  gushing  joy  to  chanting  tell 

His  happiness  and  praise  and  love  ! 
The  lark  gives  back  his  matin  high, 
While  soaring  far  toward  azure  sky ; 
The  robin  carols  forth  his  glee 
In  richest  strains  of  minstrelsy  ; 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 


149 


In  anthems  pure,  the  warbling  thrush 

Out-pours  his  joy  from  tree  and  brush  ; 

While  clear,  'mid  all,  the  boblink  sings 

"  Praise  God !  praise  God ! "  in  note  that  rings 

So  full  of  love  and  melody, 

The  sleeping  flowers  awake  to  see 

The  Morning  smile  ! — full  time  should  they 

Their  incense  sweet  of  perfume  pay ! 

When,  blushing  bright,  the  wild-rose  red, 

Lifts  up  her  richly  dew-gemm'd  head  ; 

While  sweet  the  lily,  pure  and  white, 

Her  chalice  opes  in  glittering  light ; 

And  mountain  violets  bathed  in  dew, 

Raise  their  sweet  eyes  of  loving  blue, 

While  blossoms  all,  awake  to  share 

In  grateful  offerings,  sweet  and  fair. 

Ripple  the  streams  in  laughing  joy, 

And  dancing,  whirl  in  playful  toy 

With  every  venturous  vine  and  flower 

That  bends  to  sip  their  sparkling  shower  ; 

While  loud  the  torrent  joins,  to  swell 

Majestic  Praise  ! — great  Nature's  bell ! 

Sounding  fore'er  with  grand  accord 

The  glory  of  our  Sov'reign  Lord ! 


150  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

And  there  were  two,  whose  cup  of  bliss 

Full  high  o'er-flowed  with  joys  extreme  ; — 
Whose  love-fraught,  radiant  happiness 

Perfected  well  the  glorious  scene  ; — 
Whose  joy,  too  deep  for  outward  tone, 

Welled  up  with  full  intensity, 
Beaming  from  eyes  that  glowing  shone 

With  holy  love's  sweet  purity. 
Blest  couple  for  that  Eden-fair ! 

To  grace  and  finish  well,  and  light 
Their  Paradise  ; — as  earth's  first  pair, 

Ere  fell  sin's  dark  and  with'ring  blight. 

Ah  !  why  so  brief  all  earthly  joy  ? 
Why  mixed  her  chalice  with  alloy  ? 
Why  may  they  not  thus  ever  dwell 
In  fairy  bower  and  sylvan  dell, — 
In  mountain  groves  far  from  the  world, 

Her  courts'  deceit  and  treacherous  wile, 
Or  ere  War's  banner  be  unfurled, 

And  dove-eyed  Peace  so  transient  smile  ? 
But  cloud  not  we  the  present  bright 

With  dark  forebodings  fraught  with  woe ; 
sing  of  Sorrow's  gloomy  night. 

While  radiant  skies  around  us  glow 


PELATO.  151 

With  rainbow  hues  of  light  and  love, 

And  earth  so  smiles  with  happiness 
Scarce  might  one  deem  the  realms  above 

More  sweetly,  purely,  e'er  could  bless  ! — 
And  from  this  fair  Elysian  dream 

Ne'er  would  they  wish  to  wake  or  rise, 
So  bright  does  all  around  them  beam  ! — 

A  second  glorious  Paradise  ! 
Take  we  the  moral,  then,  and  see 

How  chequered- web  destroys  Life's  charm, 
Till  man  would  fain  from  sorrow  flee 

And  earthly  strife, — to  Heavenly  calm  ! 
And  were  this  sphere  all  bright  below, 

Without  a  cloud  of  Sorrow's  night, 
Ne'er  would  the  soul  with  rapture  glow, 

To  plume  her  wings  for  Heavenly  flight ! 

Blithe  passed  the  days  through  dell  and  vale, 

In  shady  mountain  bower  ; 
Each  hour  might  chime  a  fond  love-tale, 

Where  swayed  Love's  magic  power ! 
How  blithe  the  king  and  happy  bride ! 
Roaming  o'er  flower-decked  mountain  side, 
Culling  sweet  buds  of  love  and  light 
With  earthly  blossoms,  e'en  less  bright ! 


152  PELAYO. 

Blithe  as  the  merry  songsters  there, 
That  wake  the  morn  with  music  rare,— 
Chanting  till  dewy  eve  of  love, — 
Blest  theme !  that  angels  sing  above  ! 

From  out  their  forest  bower  of  joy, 

How  fair  at  early  morn  to  hie ! 
Wand'ring  where  dancing  streamlets  toy 

With  bending  shrubs  of  every  dye ; 
Where  bright  the  rose  in  dewy  sheen, 
The  wild-rose,  creeps  amid  the  green ; 
Where  hawthorn  sweet  perfumes  the  air, 
And  violets  hide  'mid  green  leaves  fair, 
Peeping,  with  azure  true-love  eyes, — 
Breathing  of  love  that  never  dies, — 
Whisp'ring  from  valley,  stream,  and  grot, 
To  lovers  fond, — "  Forget  me  not !  " 

Now  saunter  they  through  olive-dell, — 

Now  in  some  fair  acacia  bower, 
Entranced,  by  Cupid's  witching  spell, 

To  dream  away  the  blissful  hour. 
Oh !  with  what  joy  upon  his  bride 

Gazed  e'er  our  royal  knight ! 
The  blushing  treasure  by  his  side, 

His  cherished  soul's  delight ! 


PELAYO.  153 

While  fairy  "  Castles  in  his  Spain  " 

He  rears  in  thought  and  speech, 
Of  prosp'rous  days  restored  again, — 

His  flower,  from  danger's  reach ! — 
And,  as  the  clouds  of  waning  day 

Roll  gorgeous  o'er  the  west, 
To  their  bright  bower  they  wend  their  way, 

For  evening's  peaceful  rest. 

How  grand  that  mountain  setting  sun ! 

The  forest  tops,  each  rocky  spire, 
The  purple  cliffs,  and  torrents  run, 

Auseva's  hills  all  bathed  in  fire ! 
As  glowing  rich  in  crimson  light, 
It  blushing  bids  the  earth  good-night, 
'Mid  heavens  flecked  with  every  hue 
E'er  mountain-flower  or  rainbow  knew ; 
While  each  gay,  tiny,  feathered  pair, 
Seeking  the  nest  'mid  leaflets  fair, 
Rings  out  the  twilight  parting  note, 
In  plaintive  cadence  far  to  float ; 
When  sweet  again  the  nightingale 

Her  song  wells  forth  in  joy's  delight, — 
In  liquid  notes  that  through  the  vale 

To  moonlight  saunter  now  invite 


154  PELAYO. 

Fond  lovers  still  to  list  her  tale, 

Warbling  till  dawn  of  true  love  bright ; 

That  when  dark  clouds  of  grief  assail, 
Cheers  fonder  through  the  gloomy  night. 

And  there  were  wanting  not,  I  ween, 

The  mandolin  or  light  guitar, 
And  gay  bolero  on  the  green, 

With  chorus-glees  that  echoed  far. — 
But  list ! — the  vesper  call  to  prayer ! 

And  from  each  bower,  and  grove,  and  dell, 
Warrior  and  matron,  maid  repair, 

Their  holy  vows  and  beads  to  tell. 
While  sweetly  riseth  on  the  air 

Rich  swelling  tones  of  voices  clear, 
Breathing  of  Praise  and  earnest  Prayer, 

Drawing  each  soul  to  Heaven  more  near. 
Incense  as  precious  in  His  sight 

As  e'er  from  grandest  altar  rose, — 
That  star-gemm'd  canopy  of  light, 

Fairer  than  aught  that  Seville  knows. 
And  sweeter  far  the  balmy  sleep, 

Closing  each  guileless  forest  day, 
Than  fevered  rest  that  courtiers  reap 

From  hollow  Pleasure's  weary  way ! 


PELAYO.  155 

So,  bright  fled  the  hours,  as  if  Heaven  below ! 
With  innocent  joys  that  the  world  never  know ; 
In  the  valley  and  dell,  by  the  rivulet  clear, 
With  love-beaming  eyes  smiling  ever  most  dear. 
Oh !  the  Mountain  at  sunrise,  at  sunset,  at  eve, 
Seems  more  lovely  as  each  in  its  turn  taketh  leave  ;— 
The  west,  in  its  crimson,  as  gorgeous  it  glows , — 
Fair  eve  when  the  dew-drop  soft  kisseth  rose, — 
And  the  stars  all  peep  forth  in  their  glimmering 

bright, 
With  the  Moon,  their  pure  queen,  in  her  silvery 

light,— 

Her  smile's  mellow  ray,  over  cliff,  vale,  and  bower, 
O'er  the  water-fall  sparkling  in  diamond  shower ;— - 
And  the  fond,  happy  stroll,  over  heath  and  wild 

flower, 
With  the  Dear  One,  whose  smile  is  the  light  of  the 

hour, 

Where  the  aspen-leaf  trembles  as  pulse  of  the  heart, 
Vibrating  with  love,  that  of  life  forms  a  part ; 
Where  the  nightingale's  song,  and  the  whippowil's 

call, 

With  the  murmuring  stream  on  the  ear  lulling  fall, — 
And  the  breeze,  rich  with  perfume,  steals  over  the 

soul, 
Till  a  dream-like  enchantment  pervadeth  the  whole, — 


156  PELAYO. 

While  hearts  open  full,  to  expand  as  a  flower, — 
Here  freely  to  drink  of  Divine  loving  power ; — 
As  the  blossom  receiveth  the  pure  falling  dew, 
To  bloom  still  more  brightly,  and  kindly,  and  true. 
Nor  star,  or  fair  moon,  or  sweet  flower,  ever  smiled 

So  lovely  and  bright  as  in  this  forest- wild, 

.* 
Where  hearts  and  pure  souls,  full  unclosing  in  joy, 

Quaff  Nature's  fresh  pleasures,  all  free  from  alloy. 


CAXTO   VL 

FAIX  would  my  Muse  prolong  the  scene, 

Arcadian  life, — peaceful  and  pure, — 
But  winter  follows  spring,  I  ween, 
And  earthly  joys  not  e'er  endure. 
'Twere  marvel  great,  if  Moorish  foe 
Their  refuge  sure,  might  chance  to  know, 
But  for  a  churl,  Fandino  hight, 
Who  base  was  bought — the  caitiff  wight ! 
The  Moslem,  treacherous  to  guide 
Unto  Auseva's  mountain  side. 
Up  through -the  bowlder's  steep  defile, 
Their  silent  march  of  stealthy  wile, 
Beneath  the  raven  wing  of  night, 
That  screeneth  from  the  Christians'  sight, 
And  vapors  dense  at  dawning  hour, 
That  heavily  enclouding  lower. 


158  PELAYO. 

But  few  brief  months,  morn's  eastern  red 

Had  ushered  in  with  rosy  glow, 
The  day,  to  love  and  gladness  wed, 

When,  from  the  guard  that  gazed  below 
Was  heard  the  signal, — "  Come  the  foe!" 

Not  with  the  "  Leila  cry"  and  gong, 
The  clarion,  and  the  timbrel  shrill — 

Not  with  the  "  Techir  "  battle-song, 
But,  with  a  muffled  tramp,  so  still, 

So  cautious,  winding  there  along, 
But  for  the  Watch,  for  coming  ill, 
Our  Mountain  Band  might  scarcely  know 
The  cunning  creeping  of  the  foe  ! 
But,  thanks  to  God  and  angels  fair, 
The  floating  mist  divideth  there, 
Through  which  bright  rays  from  Heaven  fall, 
Revealing  Arabs,  Moslems,  all ! — 
Ay  !  thrice,  kind  rays  from  Heaven's  sun 
Shine,  through  the  mist,  their  spears  upon, 
That  gleaming,  glist'ning  in  the  light, 
Betray  the  impious  sons  of  night ! — 
That  Turban'd  Host  of  swarthy  hue, 
As  demons  seem  to  Christian  view  ! 
Alcahmen,  as  the  Fiend  of  old, 
Leading  unto  their  Eden-fold ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  159 

But,  God  be  praised  !  pure  angels  share 
Fond,  loving  guard,  for  coming  snare  ; 
And  Heaven  itself,  in  sunbeams  bright, 
Looks  down  to  warn  them  of  the  fight ! 
While  in  that  calm,  still  morning  clear, 
Comes  borne  unto  the  Christian  ear, 
The  muffled  tread  of  Moslem  near, 
To  blanch  fair  cheeks  with  pallid  fear ! 

Ah  !  now  the  startling  signal  ran 

From  cliff  to  cave,  from  man  to  man  ! 

And  corslet,  shield,  and  armor  bright, 

Are  quickly  donned  for  coming  fight ; — 

Stirring  the  Camp  ! — with  hasty  tread 

From  ev'ry  cave  men  armed  sped ; — 

While  helpless  matron,  maid,  and  child, 

Poured  forth  their  prayers  in  terror  wild, 

And  noble  hearts  swelled  fiercely  bold, 

To  tremble,  in  the  soft  enfold, 

The  parting  clasp  of  loved  ones  dear, — 

'Mid  sobbing  tones,  and  anguished  tear. — 

With  hurried  words  of  tenderness, 

And  trembling  prayers  that  "  God  may  bless," 

Were  hastening  step,  and  bustling  care 

For  all  that  falls  to  battle-share  ; 


160  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

The  falchion,  spear,  and  lance,  and  bow. 

The  banner,  hateful  to  the  foe  ! — 

And  sighings  heart  might  scarce  endure 

From  loving  ones  : — "  The  Moor  !  the  Moor !  " 

From  precious  lips,  and  trembling  child 

All  frighted  by  the  tumult  wild  ! — 

And  sad  "  Ave  Marias  "  brief 

From  hearts  half  crazed  with  fearful  grief ! 

Ay  !  many,  oft,  the  matins  said, — 

By  fair  and  brave  to  Heaven  sped, 

That  God  would  smile  upon  the  Band 

And  bless  and  save  their  cherished  Land !  " 

But  turn  we  to  our  noble  King, 

And  trembling  dove  beneath  his  wing ; — 

His  tender  flower  ! — where  shelter  find  ? — 

God  temper  to  his  Lamb  the  wind ! 

As  lily  fair  upon  his  breast, 

She  lies  in  loving  anguish  pressed, 

Her  azure  eyes  to  him  upturned, 

That  now  with  fear  and  terror  burned 

Deep  in  his  soul !  for  ah !  the  woe  ! 

From  his  heart's  treasure  thus  to  go  ! — 

The  madd'ning  thought  of  her  sad  fate 

Chance  sacrificed  to  Moslem  hate  ! — 


PELAYO.  161 

"  Great  God !  "  he  cried, — "  Oh,  hear  my  prayer ! 

My  love,  my  bride,  my  Zillah  spare  ! — 

Nor  let  me  fall  amid  the  slain, 

But  save  me,  Lord,  for  her  and  Spain  ! — 

Hear  !  hear  me,  Heaven  !  "  and  kneeling  there, 

Clasping  his  lily-burthen  fair, 

Still  prayed  : — "  This  flow'ret  now  I  bear, 

Grant  me  yet  happily  to  wear, 

And  hence,  I  dedicate  to  Thee, 

To  her,  and  Spain,  if  need  there  be, 

My  sword,  my  life,  my  every  power, 

For  this — Thy  blessed,  Heavenly  dower  ! — 

With  Followers,  and  this  good  right  arm, 

I'll  strike  to  shield  from  grief  or  harm 

The  sacred  trust  Thou  givest  me  ; — 

And  thus, — I  seal  my  pledge  to  Thee, — 

Father  in  Heaven  !  her  guardian  be  !  " 

And  on  that  brow  upon  his  breast, 

The  seal  of  love  and  truth  he  pressed, 

Again,  again  .the  loving  kiss, 

So  late  bestowed  in  peaceful  bliss  ! — 

Again  upon  her  forehead  fair 

The  kiss, — the  cross  signed,  blessing  there, 

And  severing  from  that  Parian  brow 

One  sunny  tress,  doth  place  it  now 


162  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Upon  his  heart,  whose  every  beat 
Is  hers  fore'er — where'er  to  meet, 
In  Earthly  joy — or  Heaven  above, — 
United  in  Eternal  Love. 

"  My  precious  one  !  this  sunny  charm  ! 
Shall  shield  thy  Love  from  ev'ry  harm  ;- 
A  talisman  to  guard  him  e'er 
From  aught  of  grief,  or  evil's  share  ! 
'  Animo  mia  vida  !  '    Thou, 
A  warrior's  bride  !  may  never  bow 
As  drooping  lily,  white  with  fear  ! — 
Nay  !  nay  !  I'll  kiss  each  coward  tear 
That  trembling  in  those  sweet  blue  eyes 
As  dew-drop  fair,  in  violet  lies, 
And  bid  them  hence,  until  in  joy, 
As  April's  sunny  tear-gems  coy, 
They  sparkle  bright,  with  loving  beam 
In  welling  happiness  to  gleam 
'Mid  rays,  that  fond  with  rapture  burn 
To  welcome  back  thy  knight's  return." 

More  beautiful  than  flower,  I  ween, 
Those  deep  blue  eyes  in  tear-drops  seen, 
Thus  opening  'neath  his  fond  caress 
In  ardent  glance  of  tenderness  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  163 

More  lovely  far  than  violets  seen 

Bright  peeping  through  their  leafy  green-, 

Those  azure  orbs,  half  fringing  hid 

'Xeath  the  unclosing  lily-lid, 

With  mournful  gaze  to  ope  on  him, 

As  well  the  tear-drops  fast,  to  dim 

The  sight  which  e'er  to  him  would  turn 

While  Life's  bright  light  should  hold  to  burn. 

Closer  unto  his  breast  she  clung, 

While  anguished  sobs  her  bosom  wrung  ; — 

ISTestliug  yet  nearer  to  his  heart, 

As  fain,  with  him,  would  life  depart. 

"  ^ay  !  nay  ! — ah  no  ! — it  may  not  be  ! 

I  cannot  live  apart  from  thee  ! — 

Oh  !  bear  me  with  thee  to  the  strife  ! 

E'en  as  thy  Page,  to  yield  my  life, 

Or  thou  shouldst  fall  by  Moslem-spear, — 

And  I — O  God  !  and  I  not  near  ! — 

In  battle's  rage  thou  far  from  me, 

And  I  not  there, — to  die  with  thee  ! — 

Oh  !  joy  upon  thy  breast  to  lie  ! 

Oh  1  joy  e'en  thus, — and  here  to  die  ! 

This  bosom,  refuge  sole  for  me, 

So  soon  'mid  battle  dire  to  be  ! — 


164: 


PEL A YO. 

Oh  !  could  I  guard  thee,  Love,  for  e'er 
From  every  ill — by  constant  prayer, 
I'd  dwell  in  lowliest  hovel  poor, — 
With  thee,  all  want  and  care  endure  ! 
If  but  to  have  thee  safe  with  me, — 
From  danger,  strife,  afar  to  be  ! 
Nor  kingdom  crave,  or  regal  fame, — 
Thy  love,  and  thee,  my  dearest  aim." 

"  Angel  mio  !  my  precious  life  ! 
'Twere  worth  whole  years  of  danger's  strife 
To  know,  how  thought  or  price  above, 
I  thus  am  blessed  in  thy  pure  love  ! — 
More,  far  to  me,  than  diadem, 
Or  Princely  Mass,  or  Requiem, 
The  Love-beam  from  thine  angel  eye, — 
The  pure  heart-drop,  were  I  to  lie 
Untimely  in  the  vale  below, 
O'erpowered  by  the  Moslem  foe  ; — 
Whence  I  would  rise  to  wait  for  thee, — 
My  spirit-bride  in  Heaven  to  be  ! 
But  no,  my  Love  !     Still  happ'ly  here 
We  yet  shall  rove,  in  freedom  dear, 
When  Spain,  arisen  from  her  night, 
Shines  bright  again,  in  Glory's  light ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  105 

But  ah  !  how  sad  to  leave  thee  now ! — 
Thou  sweetest  blossom  on  the  bough 
Of  my  poor  life  !  else,  naught  to  me, — 
For  what  were  life,  deprived  of  thee  ? — 
Oh  !  I  have  been  so  happy  here  ! — 
Each  moment,  more  than  Kingdom  dear 
With  thee,  my  light !  e'er  by  my  side 
To  cheer  and  bless, — my  precious  bride  ! 
And,  as  the  brightness  fades  away, 
And  dark'ning  clouds  obscure  our  day, 
The  blessed  past,  as  Heavenly  dream, 
Too  bright  for  earth-life  now  doth  seem  ! 
Oh  !  we  have  dwelt  in  Eden  bowers  ! 
A  Paradise,  of  love  and  flowers  ! — 
And  thou,  the  Angel  fair  of  light 
That  beamed  o'er  all  in  radiance  bright. 
And  now,  I  turn,  as  He  of  Old, 
From  Eden  bowers  of  joys  untold  ! — 
Turn  from  my  Heaven  to  dark'ning  night, — 
The  flashing, sword!  the  fiends  !  the  fight ! 

"  But,  yet  again  on  Earth  shall  rise 
To  us,  my  love  !  in  brilliant  skies, 
Our  Star  of  Hope,  and  Love,  and  Light, 
To  beam  o'er  all  the  future  bright ! 


166  PEL  AY  O. 

And  we  will  dwell  so  pure  in  this 

Our  earthly  sphere  of  loving  bliss, 

That  when  we  leave  our  home  of  clay, 

To  spread  our  wings  in  Heavenly  ray, 

Scarce  conscious  of  the  wond'rous  change, 

Will  deem  we  still  Auseva  range  ! 

Until  the  Loved  Departed  bright, 

With  angel  welcome — cheer  our  sight ! 

With  words  that  thus  in  music  fall : — 

'  A  God  of  Love  here  reigns  o'er  all, — 

Welcome,  ye  children,  pure  in  love, 

To  joys  eternal  here  Above  ! ' — 

And  thus  forever  we  shall  dwell 

'Mid  bliss  that  can  but  angels  tell ; 

For  God,  our  God,  shall  guard  through  night 

His  children  pure,  to  endless  light !  " 

But  hark  !  the  signal  call—"  To  arm  !  " 
Oh  !  sound  of  frightful,  dire  alarm  ! — 
And  Gomez,  armed, — with  lance  and  spear, 
Helmet,  and  shield,  quick  draweth  near, — 
As  quickly  donned,  in  toilette  brief, 
All  fully  armed,  stands  now  our  Chief. 
Again,  again,  in  fond  embrace 
His  lips  to  press  on  that  sad  face, — 


PELATO.  167 

So  pallid  in  its  misery  ! — 

Rigid — in  hopeless  agony  ! — 

Near  madd'ning  e'en  the  thought  to  part, 

Crushing  all  light  from  that  poor  heart ! 

Again  the  rallying  call, — "  To  arm  !  " 

With  sudden  start  of  wild  alarm 

She  frantic  clings  to  his  embrace, 

Half  frenzied  gazing  in  his  face  ! 

"  Kay  !  nay  !  Pelayo  !  hear  me  !  no  ! 

Thou  wilt  not — canst  not — from  me  go  ! 

Wouldst  have  me  die  ? — or,  greater  woe  ! 

Become  the  bride  of  thy  dark  Foe  ? 

Think  !  think  the  fate  that  must  be  mine 

Shouldst  thou  thy  precious  life  resign 

In  Moorish  fight ! — I,  worse  than  dead  ! — 

By  force,  to  Abdelaisis  wed  ! — 

Oh  !  could  I  now  breathe  out  my  life 

Here  !  here,  my  love  !  or  ere  the  strife 

Should  Heay'n-ward  call  thy  precious  soul, 

Where  I  might  wait  thee  at  the  goal 

Whose  '  Pearly  Gates  '  celestial  rise, 

Opening  the  glorious  Paradise 

Of  our  blest  Home  in  Heaven  above, — 

Our  home  of  pure,  eternal  love  ! — 


168  PELAYO. 

Thus  would  I  die  upon  thy  breast ! 
Where  else  on  earth  may  I  find  rest  ? — 
More  merciful,  the  hand  to  slay, 
Than  bear  me  from  thy  breast  away !  *  * 
Nay !  nay !  I  care  not  now  for  '  pride ! ' 
Let  me  but  tarry  by  thy  side, 
Craven,  or  coward,  free  to  be, 
So  I  but  live,  or  die,  with  thee ! " 

"  Zillah !  mine  own !  can  this  so  be  ? 
My  brave-heart  bride,  thus  counsel  me  ? 
The  daughter  of  long  lineage  brave 
Hold  back  one  arm,  her  land  to  save  ? 
Breathe  softest  word  one  hand  to  stay 
From  striking  for  her  ransomed  day, 
While  yet  one  banner  floats  o'er  head 
Where  erst  the  Cross  its  glory  shed ! 

"  That  bleeding  Country !  chained !  in  woes 
Of  blackest  night ! — vile  foreign  foes 
Polluting  her  with  impious  faith ! — 
While,  of  her  glory,  scarce  a  wraith 
Remains  to  wail  in  mournful  tone, — 
This  is  the  Land  where  glory  shone  ! 
Where  intellect's  rich,  glowing  fire 
Illuming,  woke  the  Pen,  and  Lyre 


PELAYO.  169 

Of  Bards  by  Inspiration  fed, — 
Minds  unto  deepest  myst'ries  wed ; 
Where  bright-eyed  Peace  forever  dwelt, 
And  Christian  faitb  in  freedom  knelt, — 
Where  Love  illumined  Court  and  Cot, — 
None  knew  the  place  where  he  reigned  not ! 
And  Mirth  and  joyful  Pleasure  wove 
A  life  more  bright  than  ever  Jove 
Himself  could  dream,  or  wish  to  know ; 
For  in  the  full,  luxuriant  flow 
Of  Spain's  fair  tide,  did  Glory  beam 
Bright  as  her  purest  sparkling  stream ! 
And  Love,  and  Light,  and  Poesy, 
And  cunning,  sweetest  Minstrelsy, 
All  good  combined,  in  harmony 
Bright  crowned  her  day,  right  merrily ! 
Behold  her  now ! — is  there  no  hand 
Will  rise  to  save  the  fallen  land  ? 
Shall  I,  the  Chief  of  noble  band, 
All  craven  shrink  to  take  my  stand  ? 
Not  so,  my  star !-— thy  smile  will  light 
And  cheer  me  for  the  coming  fight ! 
But  for  a  moment  now  we  part, 
To  meet  again  with  lighter  heart — 
Victorious  !  from  the  battle-field 
Where  Ishmael's  sons  shall  surely  yield ; 
8 


170  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

For  He,  the  l  God  of  Right,'  will  save 
And  bless  the  cause  of  Pure  and  Brave  ; 
And  Cross-capped  towers  shall  merry  ring 
Their  joyful  peals  for  Queen  and  King ; — 
And  all  of  Spain,  rejoicing  cry, — 
6  Through  Him  we  rise  as  phoenix  high  ! '  " 

As  limpid  fount  returns  the  beam 

Of  Luna  bright,  in  cheering  gleam, 

In  her  pure  soul,  full  mirrored  there, 

His  sanguine  hopes  reflected  were  ; 

And  brushing  back  the  traitor  tear 

With  her  small  palm, — "  Hence !  banish  fear  !  " 

'Mid  tearful  smiles,  she  sweetly  cried, — 

"  For  I  am  now  thy  worthy  bride ! 

A  voice  within  me  seems  to  say, 

Our  Spain  shall  rise  in  glorious  day ! 

And  we,  'mid  joys  no  tongue  may  tell, 

Henceforth  in  love  and  peace  shall  dwell ! 

I  feel  its  truth ! — influx  Divine ! — 

That  radiant  through  my  soul  doth  shine, 

Dispelling  every  gloomy  fear, 

Singing  of  joyful  gladness  near! — 

I  cannot  deem  this  light  will  last ! — 

Thou  witchest  me  with  magic,  cast 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  171 

From  thine  own  hopes,  my  noble  lore ! — 

Or  sure  my  strength  comes  from  Above ! — 

As  thy  brave  Queen,  I'll  with  thee  now 

To  list  less  tender,  bolder  vow, 

In  our  fair  grove,  than  late  we  made 

Beneath  her  charmed  leafy  shade. 

For  this  is  Xature's  own  retreat, 

Where  Xature's  heart  should  freely  beat ; 

And  thus,  I'll  bravely  near  thee  bide, — 

Until  the  last — close  by  thy  side." 

Those  falt'ring  tones  belied  the  word 
That,  trembling,  from  her  lips  was  heard, 
And  wrung  his  heart ! — So  sad  to  see 
Hope  struggling  thus  for  mastery ! — 
Within  his  hands  he  clasped  her  own, 

And  gazing  in  that  angel  face, 
Where  love  and  fear  so  sadly  shone, 

Breathed  he  a  prayer  for  Heaven's  grace 
Upon  that  tender,  fragile  flower 
That  ill  could  breast  this  stormy  hour ! — 
That  God  would  guard  his  star  of  love, 
With  angels  pure,  from  realms  above. — 
Again  within  his  arms  he  clasped 

That  lovely  form, — his  bride,  his  own ! 


172  PELAYO. 

To  be,  ere  moments  brief  have  passed, 

Left  weeping,  helpless,  here  alone  ! — 
Sadly,  a  ling'ring  look, — the  last, 

Around  his  bower  of  bliss  he  gave, 
As  round  her  form  his  arm  he  passed, 

And  forth  departed  from  the  cave 
Unto  the  Circlet  Grove,  where  now 

Were  gathering  fast  a  motley  band, 
The  humble  prayer  and  solemn  vow 

To  offer  for  their  fallen  land. 
The  hoary  sire  and  warrior  strong, 
Maid,  matron,  children,  haste  along ; 
With  less  of  happy  joy,  I  ween, 
Than  that  which  welcomed  King  and  Queen ! 

Hushed  now  each  sound  of  joy  or  glee, 
Where  smiles  then  played, — the  tear  we  see — 
In  loving  eyes,  from  whence  the  light 
Sad  dimmed,  in  drooping  terror's  fright ! 
They  come !  that  noble  Mountain  Band ! 
The  Laurel  Circlet,  'round  to  stand ; 
Women  and  children, — chieftains  all, 
Assembled  by  the  rallying  call. 

In  silence  all  they  gather  round — 
Naught  breaks  the  stillness,  so  profound, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  173 

Save  rustling  of  the  aspen  leaf, 
Or  stifled  sob  of  woman's  grief! — 
"With  twitt'ring  of  each  forest  bird, 
And  choral  matins,  sadly  heard, — 
And  om'nous  sound  of  torrent's  pour 
In  deep,  and  heavy,  threatening  roar. 

Around  the  Altar,  rev'rent  now, 
Urban,  Centerio,  Friars  bow ; 
When  forth  advancing  speaks  their  Chief: — 
"  Brave  Sons  of  Spain !  the  moments,  brief 
Ere  in  the  ravine's  depths  below 
Meet  we  Alcahmen  with  the  foe ! — 
Chiefs !  Warriors !  now  it  rests  with  ye 
Our  Spain — our  fettered  Land  to  free ! 
They  come  in  hosts,  that  swarthy  Horde ! 

Dark'ning,  as  locusts  swarm,  the  plain ; 
But  we  have  on  our  side  the  Lord, 

To  whom  we  may  not  call  in  vain ! 
And  Spirits  of  the  Brave  on  High, 
Above  the  blue  empyrean  sky, 
In  breathless,  holy  prayer,  await 
The  Contest, — and  our  coming  fate  ! 
Shades  of  the  Blest !  who  for  your  Land 
Fell  nobly !  slain !  a  martyred  Band ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

For  you,  and  for  our  Country  now, 
Vengeance  all  deep  we  solemn  vow  ! — 
Look,  from  your  holy,  starry  height, 
All  prayerful,  on  the  coming  fight ; 
Guard  and  protect  our  Band  from  ill, 
And  thus  your  Heav'nly  mission  fill 
As  '  Ministering  Angels '  fair, 
That  in  your  Country's  woes  take  share ; 
To  guard,  sustain  her  children  brave, 
And  through  directing  Influence — save ! 

"  Warriors  and  Chiefs !  what  say  ye  now  ? 
Shall  Christians,  tamely  fettered,  bow 
To  dogs  and  Infidels  accurst  ? 
No !  in  God's  name,  those  chains  we'll  burst  t 
And  vengeance  hurl  on  each  vile  son ! — 
Nor  cease  until  full  victory  won  ; — 
Till  high  our  Cross  shall  float  above, — 
Peace,  o'er  our  borders  reign  in  love  ! — 
What  say  ye  ?     Stand  ye  ready  all 
Now  at  your  Country's  desp'rate  call  ? 
Here  on  this  Shrine  take  ye  the  oath 
To  strike  for  God  and  Country  both  ? 
While  yet  one  arm  may  wield  its  spear 
Onward  to  press  with  bravest  cheer  ? 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  175 

Strike !  strike  for  Vengeance  and  our  Land ! 
Your  wives  and  homes ! — Swear  ye,  my  Band  ?  " 
"  We  swear  !  "  doth  one  full  tone  resound, 
And  bow  they  all,  that  Shrine  around, — 
"While  bright  blades  rest  they  solemn  there 
Upon  the  flower-decked  Altar  fair. 

"  Nobles  and  Chiefs ! "  he  still  pursued, 
"  Theodmir — Pedro — Leaders  here ; 

Our  God  Spain's  suff 'rings  long  hath  viewed, 
And  now, — for  vengeance  draweth  near  ! — 

His  Cross  to  raise — our  Land  to  save ; 

To  bless  the  Pure,  the  Good,  and  Brave, 

For  where  His  Banner  Christians  bear, 

The  Lord  will  not  be  absent  there ! 

I  fear  not  for  ye,  one  and  all, 

E'er  dauntless  in  your  Country's  call ; 

The  duties  now  devolved  on  ye, 

In  your  past  deeds  have  surety ! 

Well  tried  are  ye — not  wanting  found, — 

To  God  and  noble  deeds  e'er  bound ! 

This  day,  again  ye  take  the  Vow, 

To  lead  where  Honor  calleth  now ; 

Hold  forth  each  brave  and  well-tried  sword, 

And,  in  the  name  of  our  blest  Lord, — 


176  PELAYO. 

Promise  ye  still  to  lead  aright 

For  God  and  Spain,  in  this  day's  fight, — 

Until  the  base  Invader's  blood 

Shall  stain  the  glen,  or  tinge  yon  flood !  " 

Bright  flashed  each  blade,  as  forth  it  sprang ! 

As  Master's  honor,  clearly  rang 

Upon  the  Altar  pointed  there, 

While,  with  unfalt'ring  voice — "  We  swear  !  " 

Rose  full  upon  the  morning  air, — 

"  For  Spain  and  Vengeance  !  here  we  swear  !- 

Auseva  and  Asturia  !  now, — 

Ye  native  streams  ! — Earth,  air,  and  sky ! 
Bear  witness,  while  we  solemn  vow, 

In  Spain's  dear  cause  to  bravely  die ; — 
Never  to  league  with  foe  accurst, 
But  from  her  chains  untrammelled  burst ; — 
To  wage  perpetual,  vengeful  war 
From  north  to  south,  from  shore  to  shore, — 
Till  not  one  living  foe  remain 
To  blight  the  soil  of  our  loved  Spain. 
We  swear  !  " — while  all  clear  said  and  felt — 
"  Amen  !  Amen  !  "     Then,  lowly  knelt 
Father  and  son,  maid,  wife,  and  child, — 
All  prayerful  in  that  Mountain-Wild ! 


PELAYO.  177 

Upon  the  Altar's  base  in  prayer 

Our  King  and  Queen  take  humble  share  ; — 

Encircling  them,  Priests,  Fathers  grey. 

Pleading  for  Spain's  victorious  day. 

And  offered  now,  is  Solemn  Mass, 

Ere  yet  to  Combat  dire  they  pass — 

All  shriven,  souls  from  earthly  sin, 

That  death,  or  freedom  soon  may  win  ! 

And  holy  Eucharist  is  given 

Ere  yet,  mayhap,  earth-cord  be  riven ! 

Before  that  Altar,  grave  and  calm 
Urbino  standeth, — in  his  palm, 
Upraised,  an  Hex  cross  doth  bear, 
While  blessing  all  assembled  there. 
"  Now,  Benedicat  vos,  I  pray, 

Pater  et  Films,  Divine, 
Omnipotens  Deus,  for  aye, — 

Et  Spiritus  Sanctus — Amen." 
With  Cross  still  clasped,  thus  kneeling  there, 
He  raised  his  eyes  toward  Heaven  in  prayer — 
While  all,  with  close-crossed  arms,  low  bent, 
In  humble  supplication,  knelt : — 
"  Our  Father !  Lord  of  Heaven  !  behold 
In  Thy  dear  cause  Thy  Sons  enrolled  ! 

8* 


178  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Oh !  deign  to  lend  a  pitying  ear 
Unto  our  prayerful  offerings  here !  " 

PRAYEK. 

Great  Father  of  the  Mountain  ! 

God  of  its  crowning  cloud  ! 
Great  wielder  of  the  lightning, 

And  of  the  thunders  loud  ! 
Who  colorest  fair  the  rainbow, 

And  gildest  sunbeams  bright, 
Who  speakest  in  the  torrent's  flow, — 

Who  said,—"  Let  there  be  light !  "- 
Who  drapest  earth  with  verdure, 

Rich  groves,  and  luscious  vine, 
And  lavest  the  green  herbage, 

With  streamlets'  silvery  line  ; 
Who  ridest  on  the  whirlwind 

And  'mid  the  tempest  storm, 
Dost  waters  of  the  deep,  bind, 

And  bud  and  blossom  form ; 
Who  dwellest  in  the  lily's  breast, 

And  giv'st  the  rose  its  hue, 
Dost  'mid  the  perfumed  violets  rest, — 

Distillest  sweetest  dew, — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  179 

Who  tingest  bright  the  eastern  sky, 

When  Morn  leads  in  her  train, 
With  tints  that  in  fair  sea-shells  lie, 

Or  gems  from  India's  main, 
As  riseth  in  his  royal  pride, 

Great  Sol, — Thine  orb  of  light, 
With  warming,  cheering  ray  to  glide 

Through  clouds  of  fleecy  white. — 
Blest  Lord  !  who  dost  that  orb  direct 

Throughout  thine  heav'nly  skies 
Of  azure  clear,  all  snowy  flecked, 

Till  daylight  fading  dies 
In  gorgeous  hues  of  sunset  glow, 

Gilding  the  glowing  west, 
Where  rainbow  clouds  fantastic  flow 

As  sinks  that  orb  to  rest. — 

Father  !  in  whose  ethereal  sky 

Thy  myriad  stars  of  brilliant  ray, 
As  diamond,  lights,  pure  gleaming  lie, 

Until  in  morn  they  fade  away  ; — 
Great  God !  who  givest  beauteous  moon 

To  gladden  skies  through  night's  dark  hour, — 
To  lovers  fond  a  blessed  boon  ! — 

Smiling  o'er  radiant  heart,  as  bower ; 


180  P  E  L  A  Y  O. 

Thou,  Lord  !  who  dost  that  orb  of  night 
So  glorious,  place  in  ether  clear, 

Jehovah  !  Father  !  Lord  of  Light ! 
Deign  now,  our  Orison  to  hear  ! 

Look  from  Thy  starry  throne 

Down  upon  our  sorrow ; — 
Hear  humble  prayer  and  moan 

For  a  brighter  morrow  ! 
Bless  Royal  Queen  and  King, — 

Spaniard's  hoped  salvation, — 
Soon  may  the  paean  ring 

Victory  !  for  our  nation  ! 
Hear,  while  we  bend  to  Thee, — 

Creatures  of  Thy  moulding, — 
Aid,  Cross  and  Land  to  free 

From  her  ashes  smould'ring  ! —        • 
May  she  rise  in  power  again, 

As  Pho3iiix  erst  in  story ; — 
Spain  resound  with  one  refrain 

Of  re-illumined  glory ! 
Give  us  victory  o'er  the  foe, — 

Protect  each  son  and  daughter  ; 
Save  us,  Lord,  from  captive  woe ! — 

Base  bondage — worse  than  slaughter ! 


F  E  L  A  Y  O  .  181 

Better  far,  these  forms  all  low, 

Still,  in  death  were  sleeping, 
Than,  'neath  yoke  of  Moslem  foe, — 

Wives  and  daughters    weeping  ! — 

Spare  our  wives  and  children,  Lord  ! 

Loved  ones,  whom  we  leave  with  Thee  ; 
Spare  !  oh  !  spare  them  from  the  horde  ! 

Captured, — slaughtered  should  we  be. 
Save  us,  Lord !  nor  let  us  fall, 

God,  our  Father  !  be  our  stay ; 
Guard  Thy  sufFring  children  all, — 

Grant  to  Spain  a  brighter  day 
When  her  banner  proud  shall  wave 

O'er  each  wall  and  fortress  height, 
While  rejoice  each  Fair  and  Brave, 

In  the  rays  of  Glory's  light ! — 

Hear,  now,  our  Prayer  and  Yow ! 

List  our  Refrain ; 
Hear,  Lord  !  in  mercy,  Thou  ! 

Save !  save  our  Spam ! 

CHANT. 

Father  of  the  Mountain, 
God  of  the  Vale  and  Hill, 


182  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Father  of  the  Fountain, 

Of  Streamlet,  Lake,  and  Rill. 
Father  of  the  Wild-wood, 

Of  Heath,  and  Grove,  and  Plain, 
God  of  the  raging  Flood, 

Great  Ruler  of  the  Main. 
Father  of  each  Bird  and  Flower  ; 

Commander  of  the  Storm, 
Giver  of  the  Summer  Shower, 

Creator  of  each  Form  ; 
Father  of  the  Moon  and  Sun, 

The  Author  of  each  Star, — 
Wond'rous  all  Thy  Works  !— "  Well  done,"- 

On  Earth — in  Heaven  afar  ! 

Father  of  all  pure  Angels  bright 

In  Blessed  Realms  above  ; — 
Creator  of  each  Day  and  Night, — 

God  of  all  Truth  and  Love. 
Father  of  every  Mercy  kind, 

Supreme  !  in  Goodness  great ! 
Who  tempers  to  the  lamb  the  wind, — 

We,  at  Thy  footstool  wait ! — 

Dear  Father  !  God  !  Jehovah  ! 
Hear  !  while  we  humbly  bow  ; — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  183 

Blest  Saviour  !  Thou,  our  Guide-Star, — 

List  now  our  Prayer  and  Vow  ! — 
Lord,  we  place  our  trust  in  Thee, 
May  we  now  victorious  be 
O'er  the  foe,  and  every  sin, 
Till  Thy  Heavenly  Courts  we  win ! 

As  breathed  its  cadence  last  that  prayer, 
Forth  from  the  grass,  through  morning  air, 
A  Lark  soared  high  with  dew-gemm'd  wing, 
And  note,  as  omen  bright,  to  ring ! — 
Piercing  the  skies,  as  though  to  bear 
That  pure,  soul-offered  matin-prayer 
To  Heaven's  own  Court  on  pinions  light, 
And  carol  back  her  answer  bright ! 

Rise  they  from  humble  praying 

With  courage,  strength  anew  ; 
Each  man  his  sabre  swaying, 

Toward  Heaven,  with  ardor  true. 

The  King,  before  the  Altar, 

Majestic  stands  in  view, — 
Cries, — "  Spaniards  !  never  falter  ! 

But  die,  or  bravely  do  !  " 


184  PELAYO. 

His  regal  sceptre  waving — 

"  Now  Vengeance  to  the  Foe, 
Our  Land  and  Homes  invading ! 

Woe  to  the  Moslem  !  woe  ! — 
One  day  of  fighting  glorious, 

And  craven,  Moorish  horde, 
Shall,  by  our  arms  victorious, 

Fall  low  beneath  our  sword ! 

"  Forward  !  forward  to  the  fight ! 
Draw  for  Liberty  and  Right ! 
For  our  Loved — whose  prayers  will  rise 
'Bove  the  fray  to  Heav'nly  skies. — 
While  the  dark  invading  foe, 
Swarm  as  fiends  our  vale  below, 
Remember — God  doth  guard  above, 
And  I,  your  King,  lead  on  in  love. — 
Forward  to  the  impious  foe  ! — 
Who  shunneth  fray,  wins  death  or  woe  !- 
Honor  to  the  brave  in  fight ! — 
God  bless  our  Cause  with  Glory  bright ! 

"  For  God  !  and  Spain  receiving 

Your  loyal  plighted  vow, 
I  bid  you  to  your  wreathing 
Of  glorious  laurels  now  !  " — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  185 

With  arms  upraised  extending, 

He  blessed  his  Mountain  Band, — 
"  Go  forth — Spain's  Cause  defending — 

Your  Cross — and  Native  Land !  " 

Glowed  forth  his  soul  with  ardor  bright, 

Illuming  face  and  form, 
Beaming  with  Inspiration's  light, — 

With  Heavenly  Influence  warm  ! 
While,  wond'rous  sight !  an  Eagle  there 
Wheeled  round  and  round  above  in  air, 
Nearer  and  nearer  o'er  his  head  ! 
Then,  soaring  high,  toward  heaven  sped  ! — 
At  this,  the  superstitious  crowd 
Would  fain  have  shouted  wildly  loud, 
But  for  this  order  rigid  passed  : — 
"  Strict  silence  keep  till  Bugle  blast !  "— 
Thus,  they  subdued  their  gladness'  show  ; 
"  Blest  Omen  !  "  breathe  in  joy-tones  low, — 
"  The  Bird  of  Victory  descends 
And  proudly  o'er  our  Sovereign  bends  ! 
Ah  !  Moslem  dark  !  bide  we  our  day  ! 
Nor  long  the  Avenging  hand  will  stay, — 
Thy  voice  shall  rise  in  unthought  fear, 
When  e'en  thine  '  Allah  ! '  may  not  hear !  " 


186  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

"  No  loud  exclaim,"  had  said  the  King, — 
"  No  sabre  raised,  no  clarion  ring 
Till  Signal  pass! — until  the  foe 
Hath  neared  '  St.  Mary's  Cave '  below. 
With  force  unequal  in  the  strife, 
'Twere  folly  e'en  to  lose  one  life 
Needless,  while  yet  we  may  endure, — 
Ere  neared  the  Bridge,  when,  Victory  sure, 
Once  well  within  our  deep  ravine, 
The  Moorish  foe  will  scarce,  I  ween, 
Find  outlet,  or  escape  from  harm, 
While  yet  may  rise  one  Spanish  arm ! 
And  well  they  ken,  that  ill  may  cope 
That  Arab  horde !  in  battle  scope — 
Through  ravine's  depths,  o'er  rocky  height, 
With  mountaineers,  in  desp'rate  fight ! — 
But  deem  they,  that,  Asturians,  we, 
All  crushed,  for  refuge,  hither  flee  ; 
And  thus,  through  stealthy,  sly  advance, 
Surprised,  by  sudden  zel  and  lance, 
We  needs,  in  craven  fear,  must  yield  ; — 
Each  Holy  Banner,  sword,  and  shield, 
And  life  itself,  to  Moslem  fall, — 
Or  on  their  '  Allah  Prophet '  call ! 
So,  silent  all — impatient  none  ; — 
Cautious — and  ours  the  victory  won  ! 


p  E  L  A  y  o .  187 

Calmly  await — till,  in  yon  glen, 
Our  Cross  have  passed  those  turban'd  men, — 
Until  my  Bugle  note,  shall  sound, 
And  full  the  '  signal '  pass  around, 
From  Chiefs  to  Men — Now,  in  the  name 
Of  God!  for  Vengeance  !  and  our  Spain  ! — 
'  Santiago  y  dena  Espana  ! ' 

Well  up  through  the  ravine's  dark  side  ; — 
'  Santiago  y  dena  Espana  ! ' 

Ring  forth  o'er  the  mountain-tops  wide  !  " 

Now,  risen  from  the  blessing 

Of  him,  their  Chief  and  King, 
Their  joy  but  scarce  repressing 

To  see  that  eagle-wing 
Out-spread,  as  though  caressing, 

And  shelt'ring  their  loved  Chief ! — 
As  harbinger  of  blessing 

From  Heaven — in  their  belief ! 

Now  toward  the  King,  Urbino  came, 
With  Crucifix  and  incense-flame, — 
To  wave  around  the  royal  head 
Blest  perfume,  from  the  Censer  shed. 
Raising  his  hand,  he  solemn  spake, — 
"  As  servant  of  our  Lord,  I  take 


188  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Prerogative  of  Holiness, 

In  His  dear  Name,  thee,  King,  to  bless  ; — 

May  His  Right  Arm  be  with  thee  still 

To  guard  and  save  from  every  ill ;  — 

May  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

Bless  thee,  my  son,  and  all  our  Host ! " — 

Riseth  the  King  from  solemn  prayer, 

Embracing  fond  the  Prelate  there  ; — 

"  Thanks,  Holy  Padre  !  firm  my  oath, 

I  keep  for  God  and  Country  both  !  " 

Then,  turning  to  his  Mountaineers, — 

"  Our  Vow,  our  Prayer,  great  Heaven  hears  ! 

Each,  faithful  to  his  solemn  trust, — 

And  God,  our  God  will  bless  the  just ! 

"  Now,  Warriors,  for  a  brief  farewell 
To  those  most  dear — then  to  the  dell :  " — 
And  turning,  seeks  the  Chief  his  Fair 
On  Osier  Throne  reclining  there, — 
With  "  Liege-Ladyes,"  no  longer  bright, 
But  drooping,  as  pale  flowers  of  night, 
Bedewed  in  tears  for  Love  and  Sire, 
Departing  for  the  battle  dire  ! — 


"  To  those  ye  love  !  "  sad  spake  the  Chief, 
"  For  moments  each,  but  few  and  brief! — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  189 

We  would  alone  ; — ere  flits  the  hour 
Await  thy  Queen  within  her  bower." — 
"  N~ay  !  nay  !  I  prithee  say  not  so  ! 
Unto  the  Cliff  with  thee  I  go! 
Thou'lt  bear  me  hence  ?     Mine  own  dear  lord  ! 
This  parting  boon  thou  wilt  accord  ? 
Ne'er  could  I  bide  within  that  bower, 
Where  we  have  passed  each  blissful  hour ! — 
'Twould  madden  me  with  fearful  fright, 
While  thou  wert  struggling  in  the  fight !  " 
"  Sweet  love !.  thou  ne'er  couldst  bide  that  sight ! 
My  tender  flower !  born  for  the  light ! 
But  ill  could  brook  the  stormy  wrath 
So  soon  to  sweep  our  mountain  path !  " 

Yes,  well  thou  say'st  '  Light  is  for  me,' 
Who  know'st  my  light  is  but  with  thee ! 
Together,  midnight,  noon  to  me  ! 
And  light  and  life,  alone  with  thee  !  — 
I  will  not,  dearest !  "  mournfully  she  said, 
While  from  his  breast  she  raised  her  drooping 

head, 

Gazing  with  anguished  look  upon  his  face, 
"  I  will  not  blench,  or  fail  to  chase, 
So  strength  be  spared,  each  sign  of  fear, 
If  to  the  last  I  bide  thee  near  I — 


190  PELAYO. 

Each  golden  moment  ere  we  part 

E'en  as  the  life-drops  of  my  heart ! — 

Deny  me  not,  I  pray  thee  !  this 

Sole  shadow  of  departed  bliss  ! 

These  precious  moments  !  chance  the  last 

On  earth  together  to  be  passed  ! 

And  I  may  with  thee,  dearest !  now, 

Unto  the  Cliff, — the  ravine's  brow  ? 

Thou'lt  see,  I'll  nobly  bear  me  up, 

And  bravely  quaff  my  bitter  cup  !     *     * 

Nay  !  nay  !  the  bower  is  not  for  me, 

Save  there  together,  love,  we  be  ! — 

Why,  have  not  I  as  brave  a  soul 

As  women,  children,  there  the  whole  ? 

Less  loving  I  than  each  fond  wife 

Who  there  may  watch  throughout  the  strife  ?- 

Now,  shame  upon  my  womanhood, 

If  I,  thy  Queen  !  bear  heart  less  good, 

Loving,  or  strong,  or  brave,  or  kind, 

Than  'inid  our  people  we  may  find  ! 

Fear  not  for  me  ! — Ah  !  would  that  strife 

Were  o'er  ! — thou  here  again,  my  life  ! 

And  I,  upon  thy  precious  breast, 

Thus  ever,  evermore  might  rest ! 

Or  thus  to  die  ! — exhale  my  life, 

Ere  parted  for  this  horrid  strife  ! 


PELAYO.  191 

Pass  to  Eternal,  Heavenly  birth, 
Ere  severed  thus  ! — thus  here  on  earth  ! 
My  God  !  my  God  !  oh  !   spare  Thou  mine, 
Mine  only  love  !  my  light !  to  shine 
Around  these  paths, — in  our  loved  bower  ; — 
Spare  !  spare  my  soul  the  midnight-hour  ! — 
Let  not  his  raven-wing  Death  ope, 
Crushing  all  joy,  and  life,  and  hope  ! — 
That  hideous  plume  of  night  o'er-spread  ! — 
My  light  and  hopes,  all  shaded !  dead  !  " 

Closer  unto  his  heart  he  drew 

That  precious  form, — as  though  he  too 

Must  die  ere  leave  his  flower  alone, 

As  blossom  sweet  by  tempest  blown  ! — 

"  Mine  angel  one,  and  should  this  be, — 

To  thee  my  spirit  still  must  flee  ; — 

Still,  ever  fondly  guarding  thee  ! 

Thine  !  thine  Above  !  eternally ! 

For  oh  !  my  life  !  thou  knowest  well, 

Better  than  e'er  vain  words  may  tell, 

The  torture  wringing  my  poor  heart, 

Each  pulse,  each  chord,  from  thee  to  part  ! — 

But  honor,  duty,  bid  me  on  ; — 

And  thou  wilt  offer  when  I'm  gone 


192  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Thy  pure-breathed  Orisons,  my  love  ! 

For  him  thou  lov'st,  to  God  above  ; 

And  thus,  I'll  know  my  Zillah  prays  ! — 

The  shaft  of  ill  and  danger  stays, 

Through  intercession,  purely  given, 

For  one  unworthy,  unto  Heaven  ! — 

Ay,  sweetest  love  !  should  prayer  be  vain, 

And  we  on  earth  ne'er  meet  again  ! 

If  Souls  may  from  the  world  above 

Return  to  linger  where  they  love, 

My  spirit  will  be  near  thee  still 

To  loving  shield  from  every  ill, 

Until  thy  soul  shall  take  its  flight 

To  realms  of  pure,  angelic  light ! 

When,  to  the  bowers  of  Paradise, 

Together  we  will  fondly  rise  ! 

One,  loving,  true,  duality, 

United  for  Eternity ! — 

And  'chance  I  fall, — my  Chiefs  will  be 

Guardians  most  true  and  kind  to  thee, — 

In  each,  in  all,  thou'lt  ever  find, 

Brother,  and  friend,  and  parent  kind,     *     * 

Nay !  list !  'twas  but  of  chance  I  spake — 

Not  yet  my  life  the  sword  shall  take  ; — 

In  earthly  bowers,  we  yet  shall  share 

Together  joys  and  blessings  rare. 


PELAYO.  193 

Now,  all  good  Saints  protect  thee,  sweet ! 
Until  in  Victory  we  meet ! — 
God  !  and  all  Angels,  guard  thee  well ; 
My  love  !  my  bride  !  my  life  !  farewell !  " 
Oh  !  sadly  anguished,  fond  caress  ! — 
So  full  of  love  and  wretchedness  ! — 
Dark'ning  the  light  from  that  poor  heart ! — 
Rending  its  chords, — thus,  thus  to  part ! — 
****** 

Oh  !  then,  and  there,  was  parting, 

That  wrung  the  loving  heart ! 
And  bitter  tear-drops  starting, 

As  ran  the  sound — "  Depart!" 


CANTO   YII. 

UPON  the  Cliff,  assembled  there 

King,  Queen,  and  Chieftains  of  the  band, 
Mother,  and  child,  and  maiden  fair, 

With  Warriors,  gathered  stand. — 
While  in  St.  Mary's  giant  cave, 

Just  at  the  closing  of  the  glen, 
Are  waiting,  Warriors  boldly  brave, 

Their  culled  and  choicest  Mountain  men  ; 
And  here  and  there,  where  rocks  jut  far, 
Watchers  for  warning  mounted  are, 
All  vigilant,  with  eye  intent 
Upon  the  chasm  keenly  bent. 
Eager  and  burning  for  the  fight, 

Brave,  stalwart  mountaineers  await 
The  Foe  approaching  nearer  sight, — 

All  unappalled, — nor  fear  their  fate  ! — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  195 

In  silence  all, — save  murmured  word 
Of  tenderness,  and  love,  and  hope, — 

And  quiet,  martial  orders  heard, 
How  in  the  coming  fray  to  cope. 

Oli !  what  a  shade  of  serious  joy 

Reigned  o'er  that  Monarch's  face  ! — 
A  light  of  love,  and  sad  alloy, 

That  mingling  there  held  place ! — 
All  tenderly  his  glances  fell 

Upon  his  flow'ret  near, — 
Then,  with  dire  fierceness  on  the  dell, 

The  Moslem  tramp  to  hear  ! 
Around  him,  standing  Chieftains  bold, — 
Theodmir,  tried  in  battles  old, 
Pelistes,  Pedro,  with  him  now 
Upon  the  mossy  ravine's  brow, — 
And  Gomez,  faithful,  at  his  side, 
With  throbbing  zeal  to  scarce  abide 
The  laggard  moments,  far  too  slow ! 
His  burning  valor  fierce  to  show. 

Upon  a  knoll  our  Bishops  knelt, 

Constant  each  rosary  to  say, — 
Their  orisons,  deep  and  soul-felt, 

For  strength  throughout  the  coming  fray. 


196  PELAYO. 

The  morning  sunlight  kissed  each  spire 
Of  flinty  rock,  in  crimson  fire, 
High  o'er  the  Ravine's  darksome  way, 
Where  fell  dense  shadows,  grim  and  grey, 
That  deeper,  darker,  narrower  grew 
'Mid  beetling  crags  rude  passing  through, 
Dark  chasms  by  the  torrent  rent, 
Through  years  of  rushing  fury  spent. 

Enshrined  now,  as  some  fair  bride 

In  fleecy  veil  of  white, 
Around  the  bowlder'd  mountain  side 

Hung  curling  vapors  light, 
As  erst  to  Israel's  Host  was  given 

A  cloud  of  misty  light, — 
All  kindly  sent  by  gracious  Heaven 

To  shield  from  Moslem  sight. 
But  well  the  Christians  know  the  tread, 

Faint  echoing  from  below  ! — 
The  muifled,  measured,  tramping  dread, 

Of  the  invading  Foe  ! — 
And  well  they  mark,  our  warrior-men, 
Each  point  they're  passing  in  the  glen, 
E'en  through  that  cloud ! — but  now  a  ray 
Of  sunlight  falleth  on  their  way ! 


PEL  A  TO.  197 

And  soon  the  light,  dispersing  mist, 

That  on  earth's  bosom  lies, 
Gently,  Auseva's  brow  hath  kissed, 

To  floating  heaven- ward  rise  : 
When  lo  !  from  snow-flecked  azure  skies 

Gleameth  Morn's  sunlight  down, 
Deep  where  the  chasm's  shadow  lies 
Beneath  the  bowlders'  frown, 
Revealing  banners  waving, 

'Mid  glitt'ring  lances'  sheen, 
Where  Deva's  stream  is  laving 
Her  ilex  branches  green  ! 

And  Rabenal  and  Foncebadon, 

Far  in  the  west  that  lay, 
As  through  the  mist  breaks  forth  the  sun, 

Their  giant  forms  display. 
While,  toward  the  north,  'mid  bright'ning  skies, 

The  land  they  love  so  dear  ! — 
Where  the  Erbesian  Mountains  rise, 

'Mid  vapors  floating  clear. 

But  nearer  still  advance  the  Foe 
Toward  the  blessed  Cross  below  ; — 
A  strange,  unseemly,  hideous  mass  ! 
All  stealthy,  winding  through  the  Pass  ! 


198  PELAYO. 

"  The  Moor !  the  Moor !  "  the  vale  below 
Is  teeming  with  white  turban'd  Foe  ! — 
No  cymbal  clang,  or  atabal 
Wild  warning  give,  or  ear  appal ; — 
'No  "  Allah  Mattmet!  "  battle-cry 
To  tell  the  tale  of  Moslem  nigh,— 
No  kettle-drum,  or  gong-peal  fell, 
With  "  Lelie  cry  "  and  "  Techir  yell!  " 
But  slyly,  stealthy  thread  they  way, — 
While,  oft,  anon,  a  heavenly  ray 
Pierces  the  chasm's  depth,  to  show 
Their  wily  creeping  now  below  ! — 
And  as  the  oaken  Cross  they  pass, 

That  unbelieving  Foe ! 
The  King,  amid  that  silent  mass, 

One  warning  note  doth  blow 
From  silver  bugle  at  his  side, 

All  clear,  but  soft  and  low  ; 
Well  heard  on  upper  Mountain  wide, 

But  reaching  not  the  Foe. 

"  Now,  in  the  name  of  Heaven ! 

For  '  Vengeance,  and  our  Spain  !  ' — 
Men,  see  your  chains  be  riven, 
Our  war-cry  not  in  vain !  " 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  199 

From  crag  to  crag  the  Signal  passed, — 

Each  voice  subdued,  to  tell, — 
From  Warrior's  prattling  boy,  the  last, 

That  Signal  lisping  feU  !— 
Now  peals  that  shout  from  rear  to  van  ! 
Rings  forth  as  one  from  ev'ry  man  ! 
High  o'er  the  hill-tops  far  and  wide, 
Echoing  adown  the  ravine's  side  ! 
And  well,  I  ween,  it  startling  fell 
On  Moorish  ears  within  the  dell ! — 
Who  thought  to  steal  upon  their  prey, 
Surprise  ! — with  easy  conflict  slay  ! — 
"  They  come  ! — The  Moslem  come  !  "  the  cry, — 
And,  as  fierce  lightnings,  glist'ning  fly 
From  out  the  sheath  each  glitt'ring  sword, — 
Flashing  as  one,  at  given  word ! 

How  gazes  on  his  bride  the  King  ! 

With  look  that  tells  how  grief  doth  wring 

That  bosom  where  he  clasps  her  now  ! 

Pressing  fond  kisses  on  her  brow, 

In  last,  last  lingering  embrace  ! — 

Love  over  all  things  bearing  place 

When  mingling  souls  breathe  out  their  sighs, 

Speaking  of  Love  that  never  dies, — 


200  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Telling  of  true  affection's  power, 
That  triumphs  e'en  o'er  Azrael's  hour  ! — 
"  Adios  Zillah  !  Zillah  mine  !— 
To  God  !  to  God  I  thee  resign  ! — 
Spare  !  spare  us,  Lord,  to  meet  again, 
Rejoicing  in  our  love  and  Spain  ! — 
Again  farewell,  my  life  !  again  !  " 

One  moment  in  his  clasp  she  lay ! 
"  Now — '  Vengeance  !  Victory  !  and  Spain  ! '  "- 

Another  ! — he  has  passed  away  ! — 

As  statue  there,  she  stands  to  view ! 
So  fixed,  so  Parian  white  in  hue  ! 
As  though  all  life  had  with  him  fled, 
Leaving  no  tear  of  woe  to  shed  ! — 
So  fixed  on  him  those  azure  eyes, 
As  down  the  Cliff"  he  eager  flies, 
With  wildly  loving  gaze  so  true, 
Till  'neath  the  crags  he's  lost  to  view ! 
Then,  back,  bewildered,  from  her  brow 
Those  sunny  ringlets  throwing  now, 
While  toward  the  Glen  turned  every  eye, 
She  to  the  Cross  doth  trembling  fly, 
Where,  sooner,  nearer  she  may  view 
Him  whom  she  loves  so  wildly  true, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  201 

And  'neath  the  sacred  Symbol  there 
Breathe  forth  her  anguished  soul  in  prayer. 

"  My  God !  "  she  cries,—"  Oh !  save  my  Love  !— 
Look  Thou  in  mercy  from  Above  ! — 
Christ !  Christ  our  Saviour  !  listen  now 
While  thus  beneath  thy  Cross  I  bow  ! 

"  Ave  Maria  !  for  thy  child 
Intercede,  O  Madre  mild  ! — 
Heavenly  Father  !  Saviour  dear  ! 
To  Thy  suppliant  one  draw  near ! 

"  Ave  Maria  !  Madre  mild, 
Pity  now  thy  suff'ring  child  ! 
Ora  Madre  !  for  us  pray, — 
For  my  Love  throughout  the  fray  ! 

"  Father  !  Saviour!    look  below, 
Save  us  from  the  Moslem  foe  ! 
Grant  the  victory  ours  this  day, — 
Hear  me,  while  to  Thee  I  pray  ! 

"  Heavenly.  Father  !  through  Thy  Son 
Listen  to  Thy  suppliant  one  ; 
Mercy  !  mercy  for  my  Love ! 
Save  him,  God  hi  Heaven  above ! " 


202  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Quick  down  the  Mountain-side  they  rush 
From  cliff  to  crag,  o'er  rock,  through  brush, 
As  light  deer  fleet,  on  sporting  day, 
Or  wild  beasts,  eager  for  the  prey. 
While  screams  the  eagle,  soaring  high, 
As  on  their  maddened  course  they  fly, — 
The  Mountain-side  fierce  dashing  down 
Where  beetling  rocks  o'er  ravines  frown  ; — 
From  bowlders  huge  they  bounding  sprung, 
For  vengeance  ev'ry  sinew  strung  ! 
On  !  rushing  toward  the  coming  Foe  ! — 
And  now  they  reach  the  vale  below ; — 
And  calm  before  St.  Mary's  Cave 
Pelayo  stands — majestic — brave  ! — 
Theodmir,  Odear,  nobles,  wait 
The  crisis, — and  their  coming  fate  ! — 
An  oaken  Cross  before  them  raised, 

On  which,  'mid  golden  mottoes,  shone — 
"  Jehovah  !  God !  be  ever  praised  !  " 

In  brilliant  letters  set  thereon. 
And  broad  the  "  Bannered  Lion  "  waves, — 

And  crimson  pennons  float ; — 
While  dauntless  wait  the  assembled  Braves 

The  Conflict's  signal-note ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  203 

Riseth  now  the  bugle-call — 

"  Ready  !  Christian  Warriors  all ! 

Lo  !  invading  foes  appear  ! 

Strike  !  for  Cross  and  Country  dear  !  " — 

Now  approach  the  dark  array, 

Swarthy  Moslems  cloud  the  way  ! 

Rise  "  Techir  "  shout  and  tymbalon, 

The  tambour-peal  and  cymbal  on  ! 

Riseth  shrill  the  "  Techir  yell!  " 

"  Lelie  Faith-cry  "  from  the  dell ; 

As  all  demons  loose  were  sent ! — 

With  that  cry,  their  fury  blent ! — 

From  man  to  man  Spain's  war-cry  rose, — 

"  For  God,  and  Vengeance  on  our  Foes  !  " — 

Mingling  in  one  tumultuous  roar, 

That  every  hill-top  echoing  bore  ; 

They  come  !  they  come  !  our  Mountain-men  ! 

Forth  how  they  issue  through  the  glen  ! 

With  glitt'ring  lance  and  warrior-tread, 

By  brave  Pelayo  nobly  led  ; 

Mounted  upon  his  charger  white 

While  on  his  breast-plate  gleameth  bright 

A  silver  cross, — as  ever  bore 

Don  Roderick,  in  days  of  yore. 


204  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

His  snowy  plume,  from  helmet  bright, 

Floats  as  a  cloud  of  fleecy  white  ; 

While  following  close,  with  glist'ning  flash 

From  shields  of  steel,  his  warriors  dash  ! — 

Hark  !  the  shout  and  battle  cry 

Kinging  up  the  Chasm  high  ! 

" '  God  !  Santiago  !   Vengeance '  now  ! 

Spaniards  !  by  your  Faith  and  Vow ! 

For  Vengeance  and  our  Country's  right ! 

By  our  Faith  and  Symbol  bright, 

Dash  the  brazen  Crescent  low  ! 

Death  unto  the  impious  Foe  !  " 

"  Santiago  !  y  clena  Espana  !  " 

Up,  up,  through  the  ravine,  doth  sound, 
"  Santiago  !  y  clena  Espana  !  " 

O'er  the  Mountain  doth  clearly  resound  ! 

Now  they  pause  in  deadly  stand  ! — 
Christians,  and  the  Moorish  band ! — 
Ceased,  the  heavy  tramp  of  wrath, — 
Ceased,  as  storm  on  forest-path ! — 
And  all  is  calm, — a  frightful  hush  ! — 

As  wild  beasts  pause  before  their  prey 
In  fiendish  glare  !  ere  yet  they  rush 

With  raging  fury,  fierce  to  slay ! — 


Hark!  the  shout  and  battle-cry 
Kinging  up  the  chasm  high  ! 
"  •  God  !  Santiago !  Vengeance'  now  ! 
Spaniards '.  by  your  Faith  and  Vow  I"1 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  205 

Now,  level  lance,  and  spear,  and  bow  ! — 

A  measured  scanning  of  the  Foe  ! 

The  Moorish  yell !  the  Christian  cry  ! 

"  Vengeance!    For  God!  and  Spain  to  die!" 

«  Alia  Akbar!"  and  "  Alia  il  Alia  !  " 

Pierce  shrill  'bovc  the  cymbal's  loud  clang ! 
"  Santiago  y  clena  Espana  !  " 

Brave  Christians  re-echoing,  rang ! 
Rushes  now  Pelayo,  fleet 
On  his  charger,  fierce  to  meet 
Alcahmen  in  full  career, — 
In  whose  breast  he  drives  his  spear, 
Striking  sure,  with  warrior-craft, — 
Piercing  him  with  deadly  shaft ! — 
From  his  war-steed  thus  doth  fall 
Alcahmen  in  Azrael's  thrall ! — 
Smiting,  slaying,  through  the  mass, 

Fierce,  Pelayo  maketh  way ! 
While  beneath  his  withering  pass 

Moslem  tyrants  falling  lay  ! — 
Arab  and  Moor !  as  though  the  God 

Of  Vengeance  wrought  through  him 
To  fell  the  Oppressor  'neath  His  rod, — 

The  eye  of  Rapine — dim  ! 


206  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Close  they  in  wild  combat  fierce, 
'Mid  sabre's  clash  and  arrow's  pierce  ! 
As  meteors,  flash  the  war-spears  there  !— 
Oh !  hideous  sight,  that  battle  glare  ! — 
The  deadly  fight  of  man  with  man  ! — 
The  fiend-like  rushing  of  each  van, — 
The  whirl,  the  thick'ning,  dusky  air, 
As  to  and  fro  wild  chargers  tear ! — 
And  foreign  shout  and  Christian  call, 
'Mid  javelins'  cleave,— and  riders'  fall ! — 
And  shiv'ring  lance,  and  helmets'  crash, 
With  crossing  spears,  and  sabres'  clash  ! — 
The  buzzing  twang  and  arrow's  hiss, 
From  aim  too  sure  to  failing  miss, — 
And  ringing  buckler,  sword,  and  lance, 
As  horse  and  rider  wild  advance 
To  reel  beneath  the  javelin  hurled, 
'Mid  tossing  banners,  pennons  curled, 
And  fierce  collision  raging  there, 
As  though  all  fiends  the  combat  share  ! 

Proudly,  the  Rampant  Lion  waves 
Its  folds,  that  breeze  of  morning  laves  ! — 
Heard  foreign  tongues  in  jargon  round, 
While  impious  oaths  o'er  hills  resound. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  207 

Nobly,  our  Christians  bore  them  then  ! 
Bravely,  the  Mountain  Warrior-men ! — 
While  foremost  e'er  the  King  appeared, 
With  waving  plume  and  lance  upreared ; 
And  on  his  breast  that  cross  e'er  seen 
Glist'ning  with  pure  and  hopeful  sheen, — 
Anon,  and  now  to  brighter  flash 
With  rushing  charger's  furious  dash. 

Now  in  the  gorge  grows  fierce  the  fight 

Beneath  the  gaze  of  loving  sight ! 

Wives,  maids  beloved,  and  children  dear 

Together  grouped  in  pallid  fear, — 

All  save  our  Queen, — who,  wild  with  fright, 

Alone  still  gazes  on  the  fight ; 

Alone,  still  prayeth  for  her  Love 

Beside  the  Cross,  upraised  above 

The  scene  of  conflict,  high  in  air  ; 

Offering  her  holy,  anguished  prayer 

Beneath  its  shelter  there  alone, 

For  life,  more  precious  than  her  own  ; — 

And  thus,  while  through  the  gorge  he  passed, 

As  toward  the  Cross  a  glance  he  cast, 

Beholds  the  King  his  more  than  life, 

As  Angel  pure,  to  guard  through  strife  ! 


208  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Clinging  unto  that  Symbol  bright, 

As  some  blessed  spirit  draped  in  light ! — 

His  own  pure  Star  of  hope,  so  fair, 

Amid  the  clouds  enshrined  there  ! — 

Her  white  robes  flutt'ring  in  mid-air, 

Her  lily-hands  outclasped  in  prayer, 

One  sunny  ray  on  her  pure  brow, 

As  thus  she  beams  upon  him  now  ! 

Ay  !  lovely  she,  as  spirit  bright, 

Gazing  from  off  that  Cross-crowned  height — 

Her  golden  hair,  loose,  unconfined, 

Fair  streaming  to  the  mountain  wind ! 

In  loving  rev'rence  raised  he  high 
His  sword,  to  meet  her  searching  eye ; 
Pressing  one  hand  to  his  fond  heart, 
Where,  as  his  life-blood,  bore  she  part ! — 
"  God  bless  thee !  "  cries  she,  "  for  that  sign  ! 
With  life  alone,  may  we  resign, 
And  not  e'en  then,  the  soul-deep  love 
That  must  live  on  in  worlds  above  ! " 
And,  in  mute  signal,  she  too  prest 
One  hand  upon  her  throbbing  breast, 
While  on  the  Cross  the  other  lies, 
As  still  her  prayer  doth  Heaven-ward  rise ! 


PELAYO.  209 

A  step ! — and  Inez  breathless  there ! 
"  O  ladye  dear !  my  sovereign  fair !  " 
Exclaiming  quick,  in  anxious  tone, 
"  And  art  thou  grieving  here  alone ! 
Forgive !  forgive !  that  'mid  the  mass, 
I  marked  thee  not,  when  thou  didst  pass ! 
My  look  \vas  but  one  moment  drawn 
Toward  the  Glen, — when  thou  wert  gone !  " 
"  Full  pardon,  Inez, — it  is  naught ; 
Alone  to  leave  the  cliff  I  sought, — 
And  stole  me  here  the  fray  to  see, 
Where,  by  this  Cross,  alone  I'd  be ! " 

"  Prithee,  ladye,  rest  not  here, 
This  is  no  sight  for  thee ; 
God  will  preserve  thy  Liege  so  dear, — 
But  here  thou  should'st  not  be ! " 

"  Nay,  Inez,  nay,  fear  not  for  me, 

A  dauntless  Chieftain's  bride  ! 
Nay,  here  alone  my  place  should  be, — 

Still  here  I  must  abide. — 
But  list  thee !     Hark !     My  Liege-love's  voice ! 

Around  him  how  they  rally, 
Of  Spain's  brave  sons  the  proud  and  choice, 

From  mountain-height  and  valley ! 


210  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Lo !  his  gallant  bearing  there ! 

Jove-like,  in  his  splendor  ! 
Now  just  Heaven  in  mercy  spare 

Thy  children's  brave  defender ! 
List  thee !  list  thee  !  how  they  cry, 

While  around  they  rally ! — 
'  King !  for  Spain  and  thee  we  die ! 

Fearless,  onward  sally ! ' 
Behold  !  how  nobly  leads  he  on ! 

My  gallant,  bold  and  brave  ! 
Who  for  our  glory, — well  nigh  gone ! 

Would  die  to  guard  and  save  ! 
Ha !  now  rush  the  turban'd  horde 

With  crescent,  cymar  flashing ! — 
Save !  oh  !  save  him,  Heavenly  Lord ! 

From  foes, — as  demons  dashing !  " 

Scarce  breathed  her  brief  but  ardent  prayer, 

When,  by  that  pure  earth-child, 
Her  Angel  Mother  standeth  there 

In  Heavenly  radiance  mild ! 
Unseen  by  her — but  far  below, 

A  startling  sight !  I  ween, 
To  one  among  the  impious  foe, 

That  Cross,  thus  guarded  seen ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  211 

The  Father! — foremost  'mid  the  van, 

Count  Eudon  !  turban' d  there ! 
Apostate !  renegado  man ! 

In  Moorish  cause  to  share ! — 
The  wife  beloved,  to  Heaven  called, 

The  daughter  from  him  fled, 
Beholdeth  he,  now  sad  appalled, 

As  Angels  from  the  Dead ! 
Beside  the  sacred  Cross,  which  he 
Hath  base  abjured,  so  cravenly, 
Life  and  possessions  vast  of  Spain, 
Most  haplessly  still  to  retain ! 
And  thus,  approaching  with  the  foe, 
Breaks  on  his  view  from  vale  below, 
The  Holy  Cross,  so  blest,  that  he 
Had  reverenced  from  his  infancy, 
Uplifted  high  and  glist'ning  bright, 

While  on  each  side,  most  fair, 
An  Angel  standeth,  clothed  in  light ! 

Two  Angels  watching  there  ! 
Well  doth  Count  Eudon  know  that  pair — 

His  child  and  angel  wife  ! — 
Deeming  both  sent  from  Heaven  there 

To  warn  him  from  the  fight ! 


212 


PEL  A  YO. 

And  all  who  raised  to  Heaven  the  eye, 

Took  comfort  from  that  sight, — 
Glist'ning,  on  jutting  cliff  so  high, 

That  Cross — with  angels  bright 
On  either  side  enrobed  in  white, 

As  guardian  seraphs  there, — 
That  Christians  in  that  desp'rate  fight 

Might  hopeful  comfort  bear. — 
How  like  the  two  in  visage  fair, 

In  gentle,  graceful  mien, 
In  azure  eyes  and  golden  hair — 

As  on  that  Cross  they  lean ! 

Why  starts  that  child  ?  what  meets  her  eye  ?- 

From  out  the  Moslem  bands 
Springs  forth  a  Chief,  with  arms  tossed  high 

Wild  pointing  where  she  stands ! 
As  though  well  nigh  in  terror  mad  ! 

Transfixed !  or  changed  to  stone ! — 
E'en  to  that  child,  his  anguish  sad 

Is  plainly,  clearly  shown ! — 
Then,  fiercely  from  his  turban'd  head 

The  hateful  badge  he  rent — 
To  vengeful  cast  beneath  his  tread 

The  crescent,  hurling  sent 


PEL  A  YO. 

Down  in  the  dust,— and  trampled  on ! — 

When  on  his  knees  he  fell, 
Abjuring  creeds  of  Moslem-son, 

And  traced  the  Christian-spell, 
The  Cross,  upon  his  brow  now  bare  ! 

Gazing  still  wild  above, 
Crying — "  Behold !  my  dear  ones  there  ! 

My  Child !  mine  Angel  Love  ! " 

"  Father !  O  Father !  "     Shrill  the  cry 

Doth  rise  from  that  poor  child  ! 
That  upturned  gaze  hath  met  her  eye, — 

Her  father's  anguish  wild ! 
And,  mad  herself,  with  agony, 

She  from  the  Cross  would  spring, 
When  lo !  a  light ! — a  melody ! 

As  Heaven's  harp-strings  ring ! — 
Dazzling  her  eyes — to  stay  her  there ; 

When  now  first  meets  her  sight, 
Her  Mother  pure,  an  Angel  fair, 

In  Heavenly  radiance  bright ! 
Upon  that  Cross  one  hand  she  laid, 

The  other  raised  to  Heaven : — 
"  Not  vainly  hath  his  soul  essayed, — 

Thy  father  !  now  forgiven  !  " 


213 


214:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

One  tear  of  grief,  full  penitent, 

One  sigh  of  anguish  given  ; 
One  soul-fraught  prayer  to  Heaven  sent, 

That  earthly  sin  be  shriven, 
Will  meet  a  pitying  Saviour's  eye, 

A  God  of  mercy's  ear, 
Who  heedeth,  when  the  erring  cry, 

And  loving,  draweth  near  !  " 

Gently,  as  soft  Eolian  note, 

Breathes  o'er  her  soul  that  strain, 
As  dream-like  harmonies  that  float, 

Entrancing  sweet  the  brain  ! — 
One  moment  short,  that  mother  bright 

Absorbs  her  look  above 
From  hideous  scene  of  strife  and  fight 

In  earnest  gaze  of  love  ; — 
"  Praise  God !  " — she  cries, — "  O  mother  mine  ! 

Leave,  leave  me  not,  I  pray ! 
Let  but  thy  sainted  presence  shine 

Upon  us  through  the  fray  !  " — 
Then,  turning  to  the  fight  below 

Beholds  her  Father  there, 
Surrounded  by  the  Moorish  foe, 

In  deadly  conflicts  share  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  215 

What  arm,  uplifted,  flies  to  save 

With  valiant  Folio  w'rs  near  ? 
The  King  !  Pelayo  !  ever  brave  ! 

Her  Liege-love,  nobly  dear ! 
Wildly  she  gazed,  with  close-clasped  hand ! 

Oh  !  madly  hot  the  strife  !— 
But  see  !  'mid  sabres'  clash,  the  Band 

Have  saved  that  Father's  life ! 
But  fierce  the  chase  !  while  loudly  ring 

The  atabel,  and  "  Alia  yell"— 
While  bravely  still  bears  on  the  King 

Up,  up  the  narrow  dell ! 

That  Angel  Mother — that  pure  child— 

Still  from  the  Cross  look  down  ; 
While  Zillah  cries  in  terror  wild — 

"  Great  God  !  avert  Thy  frown  !  " 
"  God  smileth  on  thee,  daughter  mine  !  " 

The  Angel  sweetly  spake  ; — 
"  His  blessings  round  thy  pathway  shine! — 

My  blessing,  daughter,  take!" — 
Laying  upon  her  upraised  brow 

One  white,  transparent  hand, — 
"  A  Mother's  blessing  on  th.ee  now  ! — 

God  will  protect  thy  Band!" 


216  PELAYO. 

Then,  as  fair  morning  mists  arise 

She  floateth  from  the  sight, 
While  Zillah's  earnest  azure  eyes 

Pursue  through  clouds  of  light, 
With  outstretched  arms  and  piercing  cry, 

"  O  Mother !  stay  with  me  ! 
Sweet  Mother !  leave  me  not  to  die  ! 

Take,  take  me  hence  with  thee  ! " 

In  sooth  !  she  seems  too  fair  to  stay ! 

Too  bright  to  tarry  here  ! 
No  marvel  should  she  float  away 

From  this  poor  mundane  sphere  ; 
Half  fainting  on  the  Cross  she  fell, — 

While,  borne  upon  the  air, 
The  sound  of  gong  and  Moorish  yell, 

The  battle  tale  still  bear. 

"  O  Heaven  !  my  brain  is  ringing  ! 

Mine  eyes  have  lost  their  sight !  " — 
Then,  to  the  Cross  wild  clinging, 

She  veils  her  orbs  of  light 
With  her  small  palms,  so  lily-white  ; — 

"  Nay,  Inez,  heed  not  me  ; 
'Tis  but  a  moment, — of  the  fight — 

How  sways  it  ? — dost  thou  see  ?  " 


PELATO.  217 

"  Nay,  Ladye  ! — I  would  bear  thee  hence  ; " 

"  Peace,  girl ! — the  King  ?— the  Foe  ?  " — 
"  The  King  now  stands  on  the  defence  ! — 

As  locusts  swarm  the  Foe  ! 
The  Crescent-banner  floateth  high 

Above  the  swarthy  horde, — 
Low  in  the  dust,  grant  soon  it  lie  ! — 

Raise,  raise  our  Cross !  O  Lord ! 

"  O  Ladye  !  what  a  goodly  sight ! 

Would  Heaven  I  were  a  man — 
A  Warrior  brave — I'd  surely  fight, 
And  foremost  in  the  van  !  " — 
List !  to  the  sabres'  clash  ! 
Hark !  to  the  cymbal ! 
Lo  !  how  the  bright  blades  flash  ! 

Ringeth  the  timbrel ! 
Hear  !  oh  !  hear  the  madd'ning  shout ! 

Rageth  dire  the  battle  ! 
Grant  we  be  not  put  to  rout, — 
Slaughtered  as  dumb  cattle  ! 
Rush  the  Lancers  now  along 

Over  dead  there  lying, 
Riseth  wild,  "  Wul  wullah  "  *  song 
O'er  the  fallen,— dying ! — 

*  Death  song  of  the  Moors. 
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218  PELAYO. 

Hither,  thither,  madly  sway 

Woful  death  and  sorrow  ! — 
Fearful  from  such  carnage  day 

Will  rise  the  coming  morrow  ! — 
Now,  ah  !  now  retreat  our  men ! 

Up,  up  the  steep  defile  ! — 
Little  doth  the  Moslem  ken 

Of  our  deep-laid  wile  ! 
Frenzied,  furious  press  they  on  ! 
With  shrill  zel  and  tymbalon, 
Sounding  their  own  clanging  dirge 
Ere  they  sink  beneath  the  surge  !  " 

Now  jutting  crags  and  groves  of  yew, 
Obstruct  fair  Inez'  further  view  ; 
And  thus  the  tale  we  still  relate 
Of  that  fierce  fray  and  Moslem  fate. — 
Upriseth  shrill  "  Wul  wullah  "  cry, 

Where  low  one  dark  Division's  head, 
Alexman,  slain,  doth  bleeding  lie 

Amid  the  dying  and  the  dead ! 
And  "  Alia  Allah  !  "  yet  again, 

As  falls  his  colleague,  Suleymen ! 
Till  Covadonga's  vale  doth  flow, 
With  blood  of  leading  Chieftain-foe  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  219 

Manuza's  spirit,  too,  hath  fled  ! 
Dark  Leaders,  three,  lie  with  the  dead  ! — 
Still,  Ishmael's  blood  doth  boldly  flow 
Through  Arab  veins,  despite  their  woe  ! — 
Follow  still  that  desp'rate  Foe, 

Xow  madly  on,  I  wis, 
Heedless  of  the  Gulf  below  !— 

The  seething,  wild  Abyss  ! 
Rushing,  pressing  toward  the  Bridge, — 

God  now  save  each  soul ! 
Dashing  fiercely  o'er  the  ridge 
Madly  to  their  goal ! 

Fierce  the  whistling  arrows  fly 
From  pursuing  Arabs  nigh  ; 
Fierce  return,  full  deep  to  rest 
In  their  wielder's  impious  breast ! 
For,  it  is  said,  that  "  When  the  bow, 

Wielded  by  Arab-hand, 
Was  bent  to  smite  the  Spanish  foe, 

A  bright  Celestial  band 
Hurled  e'en  about  the  poisoned  dart, 

That  Christian  breast  would  pierce, 
Back,  swift  again,  to  Arab  heart, 

With  deathful  venom  fierce  !  " — 


220  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

On,  and  still  onward  yet  they  rush, 

O'er  rocky  crag  and  mountain  brush  ; 

Up,  up  that  steep  and  wild  ravine, 

The     Draw-Bridge     reached! — brief    time,   I 

ween ! — 

Her  quiv'ring  beams  quick  open  flung, 
Her  oaken  sinews  trembling  rung  ! — 
Firm  all,  till  Christian-men  have  passed, 
Ere  yet  the  chain  asunder  cast, 
And  safe  the  Sand! — A  moment  more, 
'Tis  covered  by  that  dark  mass  o'er  ! — 
A  swaying  of  those  pond'rous  beams, — 
A  sev'ring  of  the  sinewy  seams, — 
A  shiv'ring,  wrenching,  ringing  crash, — 
And  downward,  downward,  headlong  dash 
Deep  in  the  seething  gulf  below, 
With  shrieks  and  oaths — the  impious  Foe  ! — 
And  at  the  instant,  down  were  poured 
Huge,  loosened  rocks,  that  thund'ring  roared 
Through  the  ravine,  as,  with  sharp  crash, 
Down  the  defile  they  ringing  dash, — 
High  from  the  beetling  bowlders  wild, 
Hurled  frightful  rocks,  there  tott'ling  piled, — 
An  avalanche  of  missiles  dread 
With  vengeful  force,  destruction  sped  ! — 


PELAYO.  221 

And  of  the  rear  that  'scaped  the  bridge, 
No  Moor,  but  fell  beneath  the  ridge, — 
Crushed  by  the  soil  they  strove  to  gain! — 
Thus  hurled  defiance, — injured  Spain  ! 

With  that  portcullis'  crashing  sound, 

Throughout  the  chasm  up  resound 

Wild  shrieks  of  terror  and  despair, 

From  'parting  souls,  that  rend  the  air  ! — 

From  that  vast  horde,  o'erwhelmed,  submerged ! 

'Bove  foaming  waters  roaring  heard, 

Were  fearful  oaths,  and  Prophet  call, 

Till  fainter,  feebler,  voices  fall, — 

And  echo  but  prolongs  the  sound, 

Till  Nature's  silence  reigns  around ! — 

Those  waters  wild  are  rushing  on ! 

That  Host ! — the  Foe  ! — are  silent ! — gone  ! — 

The  Moorish  banner,  tattered, — torn, 

Upon  the  angry  surges  borne, 

As  battered  sail,  rude  tempest-tossed, 

Life's  vessel  wrecked !  the  crew — all  lost ! — 

Oh  !  short  the  journey,  wildly  fleet, 

That  swarthy  mass  hath  ta'en,  to  meet 

Departed  souls  in  Hades'  shade, — 

The  "  Prophet  Great "  and  "  Houri-maid!" 


222  PELAYO. 

And  few  among  that  host  of  sin, 
May  pass  the  "  Pearly  Gate  "  within ! — 
Now  God  have  mercy  on  each  soul, 
Rushing  unto  "  Gehenna's  "  goal ! 

Of  that  dark  horde  doth  none  remain 
To  chant  the  mournful  requiem  strain 
O'er  parted  souls,  by  Azreal  called, 
Unwarned,  unshriven,  and  tin-palled  ? — 
Ay  !    One  of  all  that  turban'd  mass, 
That  wily  stole  within  the  Pass, 
The  renegade,  repentant  man 
Alone  is  left  of  all  the  van  ! 
The  Father  ! — struck  with  dire  remorse, 
His  soul's-eyes  opened  to  the  course 
So  vile,  so  fraught  with  shameful  woe 
That  leagued  him  with  the  Moslem  foe  ! 
Who,  when  that  Angel-Spirit  mild, 
Beside  the  Cross,  with  their  pure  child, 
Gazed  sadly  on  his  turbaned  brow. 
Dismayed  beheld  his  Moslem  Vow  ! 
When,  calling  on  his  God  above, 
He  traced  the  Holy  Cross  of  love, 
Hurling,  defiant  of  all  wrath, 
The  Crescent  in  the  Moorish  path  ! — 


PELAYO.  223 

And  victim  sure  had  fallen  he, 

Chanced  not  the  King  that  act  to  see, 

To  recognize,  with  quick  glance,  keen, 

The  Father  of  his  Love  and  Queen ! 

Swift  to  the  rescue  dashing  then, 

In  fiercest  conflict — with  his  men 

To  strike — to  seize, — and  bearing,  save 

That  Sire  from  Moor, — from  torrent  grave  ! — 

And  thus,  unto  the  farther  shore 

Of  that  dark  "  Styx  "  there  passed  but  one, 
Who  e'er  the  impious  symbol  bore 

Of  Christ-defying,  Moslem-son ! 


CANTO   VIII. 

BUT  turn  we  to  the  brighter  side, 

Asturians,  Christians,  where  are  they  ? 
Brave  hearts  !  that  now  on  glory's  tide 

Behold  their  Country's  breaking  day ! — 
With  Victors'  bearing,  Paean  strain, 

Onward  they  lead  their  winding  way 
Through  dell,  o'er  bowlder,  rock,  and  plain, 

Along  fair  Deva's  trilling  play ; 
While  on  the  nearest  cliff  above, 

Assembled,  wait  the  good  and  fair, 
Child,  wife,  and  mother,  maiden-love, 

With  joyous  hearts  and  thankful  prayer. 
Closer  and  closer  draw  they  near, 

More  brightly  flashes  armor's  ray, 
Clearer  arise  loved  voices  dear, 

Victorious  up  their  Mountain-way. ! 
Wild  tumult  now  pervades  the  camp, 
As  shouts  of  joy  and  hurried  tramp, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  225 

And  neighing  steed,  up  winding  path 
Bear  conquerors  from  the  battle's  wrath ! 

As  warriors  true,  from  earthly  strife, 
Rise  they  to  Eden-bowers  of  life, 
Toward  purer  hearts,  "  Houris  "  more  bright 
Than  e'er  may  greet  the  Moslem  sight ! 
And  theirs,  the  recompense  all  fair 
That  falleth  to  the  Christian  share, 
Who,  batt'ling  evil,  conquering  sin, 
Doth  nobly,  rarest  blessings  win  ; — 
For  there  upon  the  mountain  height, 
Await  them,  beauteous  forms  of  light, 
With  loving  gaze,  from  starry  eyes, 
Bright  as  the  orbs  of  Paradise  ! 
And  hearts,  o'er-filled  with  holy  love, 
Exceeded  scarce  by  those  above  ! 
Who,  with  them,  held  angelic  view 
To  guard  and  bless  the  Brave  and  true ! 
Scarce  bide  they  now  the  quick  advance, 
Of  glitt'ring  armor,  blade,  and  lance  ; 
But,  wild  with  joy's  tumultuous  glow, 
Well  nigh  would  leap  to  arms  below  ! — 
No  time  for  courtly  rule  to-day  ! — 
The  soul  alone,  may  now  bear  sway ; 

10* 


226  P  E  L  A  Y  O. 

And  with  heart-bounding  happiness 
The  loved  are  clasped  in  wild  caress  ! 

But  who  may  now  e'en  half  express 
The  wild'ring,  gushing  joy's  excess, 
That  welled  the  heart  of  Zillah  dear, 
As  Husband,  Father,  safe  appear ! — 
While  toward  the  cliff  approach  they  near, 
Trembles  her  frame,  as  e'en  through  fear  ! 
And  fainter  still  the  quiv'ring  throb 
Of  each  sweet  pulse,  as  joy  doth  rob 
Her  heart  of  its  full  life-blood  beat, 
Thus  Lover,  Father,  safe  to  meet ! — 
Till  drooping  to  the  Cross  she  clings, 
As  loud  the  shout  of  victory  rings ! 
Conscious,  the  while,  that  loved  ones  dear, 
Are  swiftly,  closer,  drawing  near, — 
ISTor  yet  the  power  to  greeting  rise, 
Scarce  raise  fair  lids  from  azure  eyes  ! 

They  come  ! — when,  as  with  life's  last  power, 
Struggles  our  fainting  lily-flower, 
And  springing  toward  that  noble  breast, — 
In  wild  embrace  is  swooning  pressed  ! 
Close  clasped,  within  those  arms  to  rest, 
As  weary  bird,  in  sheltered  nest 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  227 

Of  loving  mate,  returned  to  cheer, — 
With  fond,  repentant  Father  dear. 
Encircled  in  that  fond  embrace, 
Her  own,  her  only  resting  place  ; 
His  lips  upon  those  lids,  each  tress 
Oft  presses  he  in  joy's  excess, — 
"  Look  up,  my  life  !  oh  !  look  and  see 
Thy  Lover  safe  !  safe  here  with  thee  ! 
"Raise,  raise  those  lids  to  me,  and  know 
The  victory  ours  !     Conquered  the  foe  ! 
Oh  !  when  my  light  doth  brilliant  burn, 
Let  it  not  all  to  darkness  turn  ! 
As  true  it  must  if  thy  dear  lid 
May  ope  not  to  thy  lover's  bid. 
Nor  let  me  call  thee  thus  in  vain ! 
Zillah  !  mine  own  !  mine  own  again  ! 
I  clasp  thee  now  upon  this  breast, — 
Oh  !  let  thine  eyes  upon  me  rest !  " 

Gently  unclosed  the  fringed  lid, 
Beneath  his  kiss, — to  loving  bid  ; 
As  rises  mist  'neath  sunbeams'  power, 
From  sweetly  dew-gemm'd  azure  flower. 
And  as  fair  leaves  from  budlets  break, 
The  blossoms  of  her  soul  awake, 


228  p  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

To  beam  upon  the  loved  one  true 

Thro'  joy-tears  bright,  of  love's  sweet  dew ! 

To  gaze  on  him  with  gentle  beam, 

All  dream-like,  in  her  joy's  extreme  ; 

Scarce  realizing  full  that  she, 

Thus,  now,  within  his  arms  may  be, 

Whom  late  she  saw,  'mid  perils  rife, 

In  fiercest  combat's  deadly  strife, 

Pursued  by  fiends  of  swarthy  hue, 

Till  lost  to  her  sad,  straining  view  ! 

"  Pelayo  !  loved  one  !  husband  dear  ! 
Safe  !  safe  ! — I  on  thy  bosom  here  ! — 
O  God  !  how  now  Thy  name  I  bless 
For  this  o'er-powering  happiness  !— 
Oh  !  welcome,  Father  !  "  murmured  mild 
The  waking,  happy  wife  and  child ! 
"  Forgive  that  from  thee  I  did  stray, 
For  it  hath  drawn  to  Heavenly  way 
That  leadeth  to  my  Mother  bright, 
Who  watched  thee  from  that  Cross's  sight, 
And  breathed  so  sweetly  there  to  me, 
That '  God,  with  her,  would  smile  on  thee  ! ' 

"  No  pardon  thou,  my  child,  should  ask, 
Mine,  mine  the  need,  and  mine  the  task 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  229 

To  plead  to  Heaven,  and  wife,  and  thee, 
For  love,  forgiveness  great  to  me. 
Humbled  my  soul,  all  crushed  my  heart, 
That  I,  by  weakness,  snares,  and  art, 
In  one  fell  moment,  base  was  driven 
To  risk  my  all  of  love  and  Heaven  ! 
Oh  !  how  for  mercy  hope  may  I 
When  'neath  the  pure,  Celestial  sky, 
I  stand,  a  shamed  thing  of  night, 
Fashioned  in  God's  own  image  bright ! " 

In  thine  own  words,  my  father  dear, 
Thou  speakest  that  thy  soul  should  cheer  ; 
For,  as  His  image,  thou  dost  bear, 
So,  of  His  light  thou  holdest  share. — 
The  4  Spark  Divine  '  within  thee  shines, — 
Each  throb  of  penitence  refines  ; 
And  earnest  aspirations  given, 
Are  sparks  to  light  thee  unto  Heaven, 
Kindling,  until  in  radiance  bright 
They  fill  the  soul  with  holy  light, 
The  Light  Divine  within  doth  rise, 
To  lead  to  glorious,  Heavenly  skies  ! 
For  He,  our  Father,  God  of  Love, 
E'er  gently  guides  to  realms  Above, 


230  P  E  L  A  y  o . 

The  erring  soul  that  prays  for  light 
Unto  His  Courts  of  Glory  bright !  " 

An  Angel  fair,  of  comfort  true, 
Raising  bright  hope-beams  to  the  view 
Of  her  poor  father,  seemed  that  child, 
As  sweetly  in  his  face  she  smiled  ! 

"  Now,  daughter  blest !  thy  words,  as  light 
Fall  on  my  spirit's  darkened  night ! 
And  I  will  to  God's  Altar  go, 
Confess  my  crime — and  while  below 
Strive  to  redeem  my  hateful  sin, 
And,  by  good  acts  and  pureness,  win 
Forgiveness  from  our  Lord  Above, 
Whom,  my  soul  feels,  doth  rule  in  Love." 
His  lips  he  pressed  upon  her  brow, — 
"  A  father's  blessing  on  thee  now ! — 
God  bless  ye  both  ! — I  will  away, 
My  sins  to  shrive, — my  Beads  to  say." 

"  Mine  own  ! — mine  husband  !  "  soft  she  sighed, 
"  And  thou  hadst  fallen, — I,  too,  had  died  ! — 
Beside  that  Cross  ! — with  thine,  my  soul 
Had  borne  its  flight  to  Heavenly  goal ! — 
For  ah  !  thou  couldst  not  dream,  or  know 
Mine  agony !  my  deadly  woe, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  231 

When  parted  from  my  aching  sight, 

I  saw  thee  next  in  direful  fight ! 

Through  flashing  sabres,  lances'  sway, 

Dashing  thy  fearless,  frightful  way  ! — 

'Mid  shoals  of  tossing  turbans  white, 

As  sea-birds  on  dark  waves  of  night ! 

'Mid  shrieking  zel  and  '  Techir '  strain, 

Till  sickened,  wild,  my  wretched  brain 

Could  bear  no  more  the  horrid  sight ! 

And  faded  from  mine  eyes  the  light ! 

When,  lone,  thy  poor  bird  drooped  her  down, 

Hope's  pinions  crushed,  beneath  the  frown 

Of  raging  battle's  dark'ning  wrath, 

Sweeping  across  our  mountain-path  ! 

And  ne'er  my  soul  had  wakened  more, 

So  desolate  on  earthly  shore ! 

But  that  the  shout  of  Victory's  cry 

Wrested  my  soul's  departure  nigh  ! 

And  thy  loved  voice  on  homeward  way, 

My  parting  spirit's  flight  did  stay ! 

Called  back  the  life-blood's  gushing  start, 

To  this  poor,  fainting,  o'er-taxed  heart, — 

To  sink  again  with  joy  extreme, 

'Xeath  ecstasy's  o'er-powerful  beam ! 

And  waken  thus  upon  thy  breast, 

Mine  onlv  home  !  mine  only  rest !  " 


232  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Deep,  deep  the  love  that  radiant  shone 

From  his  dark  eyes  within  her  own 

Sweet  orbs  of  heaven-hued  lustre  bright, 

Beaming  on  him  with  angel  light ! 

"  Thy  home,  thy  rest,  sweet  one  !  fore'er, — 

My  love,  my  heart,  my  throne  to  share  ! 

No  parting  more,  no  sad  adieu, 

To  bear  me  from  thy  loving  view  ! — 

Oh  !  thou  hast  suffered,  precious  life  ! 

How  suffered  !  through  that  direful  strife  ! 

But,  parted  we,  love,  not  in  vain, 

For  now  I  clasp  thee,  mine  again  ! 

Mine  own  !  all  mine  !  in  this  bright  hour 

When  victory  ours  !  and  thou,  my  flower  ! 

Full  soon,  as  Queen  with  me  to  reign 

O'er  loving  hearts — and  happy  Spain  ! 

But  throne,  and  life,  would  I  resign 

Now  thus  again  to  call  thee  mine  ! 

For  Crown  and  all  of  Life  to  me, 

Were  nothing  worth,  save  shared  with  thee. 

"  Oh  !  when  I  saw  this  lovely  form, 
Afar,  from  out  the  battle-storm, 
As  Angel  bright  amid  the  cloud, 
My  soul  was  dark  with  anguish  bowed ! 


PELAYO.  233 

Alone,  upon  that  Cross  so  clinging, — 

While  loud,  wild  shouts  of  strife  were  ringing ! 

So  frail,  so  anguished,  helpless,  pure  ! 

Scarce  could  the  sight  mine  eyes  endure  ! — 

But  all  is  over, — joy-notes  ring, 

And  light  with  love  our  souls  shall  sing 

A  gushing  Anthem,  soon  to  raise 

With  our  brave  band  in  sacred  praise. 

For  list !  how  rises  on  the  air 

The  vesper-call  for  thankful  prayer ! 

For  '  Te  Deum '  all  souls  to  sing 

In  joyous,  grateful  offering  !  " 

Now  wend  they  thro'  fair  grove  and  bower 
So  sadly  passed  at  dawning  hour  ! — 
How  changed  each  aspect  since  the  morn, 
When  all  frowned  dark  to  hearts  forlorn  ! — 
Sweet  fragrance  from  the  orange  trees 
As  incense  rises  on  the  breeze, 
From  bud  and  flower  'mid  shining  green, 
As  happy  passed  the  fair  Bride-Queen  ; 
And  blossoms  fall  on  her  pure  brow, 
As  gently  sways  each  drooping  bough, 
While  violets  bending  'neath  her  feet, 
Send  up  their  perfumes  freshly  sweet ; 


234:  PELAYO. 

And  gay  the  tiny  feathered  choir, 
Ring  out  in  Nature's  full-toned  lyre 
Victorious  strains  of  minstrelsy, 
In  merry  flight,  from  tree  to  tree  ; — 
And  bounding  steps  spring  blithe  along, 
With  eyes  of  light  and  souls  of  song, 
Their  rapturous  praise  to  offer  here, 
For  loved  ones  saved  ! — for  Victory  dear  ! 
And  maidens,  wreathed  with  lilies  white 
All  glist'ning  fair  with  dew-drops  bright, 
Around  brave  lovers'  brow,  now  wind 
Chaplets  of  Laurel,  Bay  entwined. 

But  as  they  reach  the  Altar-rock, 
Behold  the  happy  mountain-flock 
Count  Eudon,  prostrate,  penitent 
Before  the  Cross,  in  sackcloth  bent ! 
Before  the  Saviour's  image  there, 
His  burden  full,  of  grief,  laid  bare, — 
Repentant  of  each  fault  and  sin, 
Forgiveness,  praying,  now  to  win  ! 
Who,  in  his  anguish,  deep,  sincere, 
Remorseful  in  the  Padre's  ear 
Had  poured  the  tale  of  grievous  woe, 
That  leagued  him  with  his  country's  foe  ! — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  235 

And  thus  before  all  eyes,  would  he, 
The  People  should  his  sorrow  see, 
For  perjured  faith  and  honor's  loss, 
Hun  suppliant  'neath  the  Saviour's  Cross. 

Slowly  he  turned,  and  raised  his  face, 

Down  which  the  scalding  tear-drops  chase  ; — 

"  Thou  seest  a  sadly  erring  one, 

Repentant  for  all  evil  done  ; 

Who,  none  but  God  in  Heaven  doth  own, 

Bending  to  Him  and  Christ  alone, 

Praying,  most  humbly  here  and  free, 

That  he  forgiven  full  may  be  !  " 

Now  raised  the  Priest  the  Penitent, 
And  o'er  him  praying,  humbly  bent, 
Signing  the  Cross,  on  ashened  head, 
With  Holy  water,  freely  shed, — 
While  words  of  comfort  chanted  he, 
Of  God's  great  mercy,  full  and  free  ! 
How,  sinners  vile,  repentant,  may 
Beam  white  as  snow  in  God's  pure  ray ! 
Then,  from  his  shoulders  casts  aside 
The  ashen  vesture,  that  doth  hide 
The  robe  of  white,  all  purely  fair, 
Symbol  of  that  his  soul  should  wear. 


236  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Raising  his  eyes  toward  Heaven,  he  said, — 

"  Great  God  !  Thy  gracious  hand  hath  led 

Unto  the  Cross,  this  erring  son, 

Who  turneth  from  his  evil  done  ; 

From  Thy  fair  path  Jate  gone  astray, 

Doth  now  for  pardon,  anguished  pray  ! 

Hear  him,  O  Father  !  save  and  bless 

Thy  suppliant  in  the  wilderness 

Of  sin,  as  earth, — for  sworn  hast  Thou, 

'  The  soul  that  unto  Me  doth  bow, 

The  contrite  sinner,  will  I  shrive, 

And  save  his  guilty  soul  alive  ! ' 

Therefore,  shall  I  not  plead  in  vain, — 

Receive  I  in  Thy  Fold  again 

The  one  lost  Lamb, — the  Penitent ! 

And  thus,  through  me,  Thy  servant  sent, 

Thy  Blessing  on  his  head  I  lay, 

Absolving  him  from  error's  way ; 

And  offer  '  Holy  Sacrament ' 

Unto  Thy  child,  now  penitent ; — 

The  blessed  Eucharist  receive, 

In  name  of  all  thou  dost  believe  ; 

The  « undivided  Trinity,' 

Bless  thee  through  all  Eternity." 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  237 

Then,  from  the  Altar  lifting  up, 

The  Blessed  Bread,  and  Sacred  Cup, — 

Unto  him  kneeling,  solemn  said, — 

"  Receive  from  me  the  Holy  Bread, — 

4  The  Bread  of  Life,'  in  faith  partake, 

And  Covenant  with  Heaven  make. 

By  faith,  Christ's  blood  shall  ransom  thee, — 

His,  who  once  died  on  Calvary, 

Who  said, — '  In  memory  of  me 

Do  this  ; ' — thus,  henceforth,  pardoned  be — 

Therefore,  through  Christ,  absolved  thou  art, — 

God's  blessing  thine, — in  peace  depart." 

Quick  now  advance  the  Royal  Pair  ; — 
'Mid  tears  of  joy  the  daughter  fair 
Enfolds  with  filial  tenderness 
Her  sire,  in  loving,  fond  caress  ; — 
From  King  and  nobles  there  around, 
Congratulations  warm  resound, 
And,  as  in  Heaven,  on  earth  there  beamed 
Joy  through  each  soul,  for  one  redeemed. 

"N"ow,  seated  on  the  rural  throne, 

The  King,  with  his  loved  bride, 
Blooming  as  mountain-rose  fresh  blown, — 

The  Father  by  her  side ; 


238  PELAYO. 

And  Alphonse,  tiny  Eros-boy, 

E'er  near  his  Psyche-Queen, 
In  smiling,  radiant,  youthful  joy 

Of  petted  child,  is  seen 
With  silken  locks  oft  sly  to  play 

Of  waving,  golden  sheen 
That  on  fair  shoulders  sunny  lay, 

As  halo's  rays,  I  ween  ! — 
And  every  heart  beats  joyously, 

Each  soul  with  hope  is  light, 
Here  in  the  merry  mountain  free, 

For  glorious  victory  bright ! 
And,  by  his  Royal  master  near, 

Standeth  in  noble  pride, 
Gomez,  who  through  all  paths  of  fear, 

Still  by  his  King  doth  bide  ; 
Gomez,  w^ho  well  hath  played  good-sword 

In  yonder  dark  ravine 
'Gainst  the  departed  Moslem  horde, 

With  Braves  round  King  and  Queen. 

Now  grave  about  the  Altar  stand 

The  Fathers  of  the  flock, 
Loved  shepherds  of  the  wandering  band 

Beside  the  flower-decked  rock  ; — 


PELAYO.  239 

While  paeans'  gay,  triumphant  note 

Far  on  the  breeze  doth  float, 

Till  full  "  Laudamus  "  clear  resounds 

Throughout  Auseva's  bounds, 

An  offering,  in  melody 

For  great  and  glorious  victory ! 

TE    DEUM    LAUDAMUS. 

God  hath  heard  His  children  cry, 
God,  in  mercy,  hath  drawn  nigh, 
God,  our  Father,  blessed  be, 
God  !  and  Holy  Trinity  ! 

"  Maria  Madre  "  on  us  smiled ; — 
From  the  Cross  that  bore  her  child, — 
With  a  Sainted  Angel  bright, 
Blest  us,  through  the  Moslem  fight ! 

We  were  weak,  but  on  our  side 
Did  the  Blessed  Lord  abide  ; 
Else,  when  foes  upon  us  rushed, 
Death  these  voices  would  have  hushed. 

Praise  the  Lord !  Who,  through  the  fray, 
Gave  us  not  as  Moslem  prey !— 


240  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Our  salvation  wrought  hath  He, 
Glory !  Praise  to  Him  e'er  be  ! 

Not  by  our  own  sword,  or  arm, — 

"  His  Right  Arm," — saved  us  from  harm ; 

O'er  us  still,  in  loved  defence, 

Shines  His  loving  countenance. 

The  Lord  appears  for  us  and  ours, 
Our  stay  and  shield  thro'  battle-hours  ; 
The  Lord  our  enemies  o'er-throws, — 
Dashes  in  pieces  all  our  foes  ! 

Then  not  to  us,  O  Lord !  but  Thee, 
Alone  the  power  and  honor  be  ; 
For  Thou,  the  Lord,  great  things  hast  done, 
Rejoice !  the  victory  God  hath  won ! 

Oh !  bless  the  Lord,  Who  victory  bore, 
From  this  time  forth,  for  evermore  ; 
Bless  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, — 
Forevermore,  Auseva's  host ! 

The  waters  dark  our  foes  have  crowned, 
O'er  wicked  souls,  loud  they  resound  ; 
The  waters  deep  flow  o'er  the  proud, — 
O'er  their  vile  souls  in  fury  loud ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  24:1 

Glory  to  God  !  Who  victory  won — 
Glory  to  Jesus  Christ  His  Son  ! 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Ever  sing  our  Christian  Host. 

As  we  erst  to  Thee  did  bow, — 
As  we  offer  praises  now, — 
In  homage  evermore  we  bend, 
Glory  to  God  !  World  without  end  ! 

As  dying  now,  the  notes  of  song 
Are  echoed  o'er  the  hills  along, 
While  bright  the  sky,  all  crimson  dresi. 
Reflects  rich  hues  from  out  the  west, 
Rose-colored,  o'er  the  gathered  there, 
As  some  rare  picture  glowing  fair  ; — 
Throne,  Altar,  groupings,  beauteous  shown, 
To  perfect  full  the  tableau's  tone  ; 
While  maidens  bright,  with  upraised  hands, 
As  Floral  Nymphs,  or  Sylphide  bands, 
Spring  dancing  forth  from  myrtle  bowers, 
Bearing  wreathed  coronals  of  flowers 
With  swaying  arms,  and  glancing  feet, 
That  to  their  silv'ry  song  time  beat, — 
Waving  in  palms  of  lily  white, 
Fair  coronets  of  blossoms  bright, 
11 


24:2  P  E  L  A  Y  O . 

Shedding  their  perfume  rich,  o'er  all, 
In  waving,  graceful,  rise  and  fall, — 
And  thus  those  Oreads  fondly  bear 
Their  off' ring  toward  the  Royal  Pair. 

A  tableau  still  before  the  throne  ! — 

While  two,  who  there  most  beauteous  shone 

On  poised  feet,  with  bending  sway, 

In  liquid  notes  chant  forth  their  lay, — 

While  yet  another  to  the  sight 

The  scene  presents,  in  shade  and  light ; 

For  Maidens,  Priests,  and  Warriors  there, 

Combine  to  form  a  whole  most  rare. 


SONG   OF   THE   MAIDENS. 

All  hail  to  the  Fair  and  the  Brave  ! 

Hail !  hail  to  the  Queen  of  our  Love  ! 
Hail  Pelayo  !  his  land  who  doth  save, 

Bringing  Peace  to  our  Ark  with  his  Dove. 

We  have  come  from  the  bright  orange  grove, 
Where  creepeth  the  green  myrtle-vine, 

'Mid  her  buds  and  her  blossoms  to  rove, — 
A  Wreath  for  our  Queen-Bride  to  twine. 


p  E  L  A  y  o  .  24:3 

And  we've  pilfered  the  Violet  fair, 

From  her  ruoss-grown  and  shady  retreat, 

Its  richness  of  perfume  to  bear, 

With  the  Jasmine,  in  soul-breathing  sweet. 

And  down  in  the  valley  afar, 

Where  the  streamlets  are  ever  at  play, 

We  have  wandered,  where  sunbeam,  or  star, 
Scarce  may  peep  but  with  glimmering  ray, 

Where,  at  midnight,  the  Fairies,  all  sprightly, 

Oft  gather  in  mystical  ring, 
To  dance  on  the  mossy  banks  lightly, 

As  blossoms  they  sportively  fling, 

While  Elfins  in  green  leaves  are  floating 
O'er  rippling  and  bright  silv'ry  spray  ; — 

In  their  tiny  and  gay  mimic  boating 
To  frolic,  in  wild,  merry  play. 

And  we've  gathered  the  Blossoms  there  lying, 
The  Flow'rets  the  Fairies  threw  by, 

With  the  Drops  from  the  Elfin-spray  flying — 
Dew-gems,  in  their  leaf-boats,  that  lie, 

As  a  Charm  for  the  Fair  and  the  Brave, — 
An  Amulet,  precious  with  light, 


244  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

To  guard  and  to  bless  and  to  save, 

From  darkness,  and  sorrow,  and  blight ! 

And  we've  gathered  the  Lilies  there  pure, 
Enfolded  in  love-leaves  of  green, 

All  nestling,  so  fondly  secure, 
For  the  brow  of  our  Lily-souled  Queen. 

And  still  farther  down  by  the  river, 
Where  taller  their  sisters  are  grown, — 

Adown  where  the  light  aspens  quiver, 
Court  Lilies,  have  culled,  freshly  blown. 

The  Asphodel  fair  in  her  pride, 
The  Lily  of  sun-light  and  power, 

For  the  Wreath  of  our  Palace-born  bride, 
With  the  modest  Forget-me-not  flower. 

And  sweet  Water-Lilies  of  white, 

Their  beauties  that  lave  in  the  stream, 

Raising  forth  tneir  pure  heads  to  the  light 
From  the  waters  that  sparklingly  gleam 

With  joy,  that  within  their  fond  breast 
The  dear-ones  so  calmly  repose, 

In  the  bosom  so  trustingly  rest, 
Whose  love-tide  unceasingly  flows, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  245 

As  hearts,  fond,  of  Spain's  Christian  land, 

Now  enfold  Royal  Lilies  of  light 
In  the  bosom  of  Auseva's  band 

Whose  souls  well  with  love  ever  bright. 

And  bright  in  her  silvery  sheen 

The  Tuberose  we  fondly  enwound, 

For  it  breathes  of  the  mind  of  our  Queen, 
Imparting  sweet  richness  around. 

And  the  Rose,  pure  and  white,  still  we  place, — 
The  queen  of  the  flowerets  most  fair, 

For  our  Queen,  who  o'er  all  beareth  grace, 
In  the  Wreath  we  now  lovingly  bear. 

We  have  come  from  the  grove  and  the  fountain, 
Have  roamed  o'er  the  heath,  wild  and  free, 

O'er  the  green,  sunny  side  of  the  mountain, 
To  gather  our  Love-gifts  for  thee  ; 

We  have  come  from  the  blossoming  bowers, 
Where  the  buds  and  the  flow'rets  grow  fair, 

Where  the  Cistus  its  perfumed  leaves  showers, 
Silver  sheen  o'er  the  moss-carpet  there, 

Breathing  out  all  the  night  its  sweet  breath, 
As  the  Bride  on  her  fond  lover's  breast, 


24:6  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

The  Hero,  who  saveth  from  Death 
His  people,  and  bringeth  them  rest. 

And  we  bear  their  bright  buds  in  the  hand, 
And  their  fragrance  we  bear  on  our  feet ; 

A  grateful  and  happy  Queen-band, 
With  ofPrings  of  love  now  to  greet. 

And  a  Chaplet,  still  worthy  have  we 

For  the  King  of  all  hearts — for  the  Brave,- 

Glowing  leaves  from  the  shining  Bay-tree, 
And  branches  the  Laurel  doth  wave, 

With  Oak,  and  blest  Amaranth  twined, 
Bright  "  Immortelle  "  fair  ever  to  be, 

We  fondly,  our  Liege,  have  enshrined 
In  a  Coronal  off'ring  to  thee. 

And  blossoms  we'd  evermore  spread 

In  the  path  of  our  Monarch  and  Queen, — 

Fair  buds,  their  sweet  fragrance  to  shed, 
Rose  and  Laurel,  with  fresh  Myrtle  green. 

From  us,  at  thy  feet,  then  receive 
The  Theme  that  we  florally  weave, 
Symbolic  of  virtues  most  rare, 
Breathing  type  of  the  Brave  and  the  Fair. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  247 

"  Nay,  nay,  fair  maidens !  "  cried  the  King, 
"  Not  at  our  feet  such  off 'ring  fling  ! 
From  hands  so  fair,  the  gift,  I  trow, 
Should  only  rest  upon  our  brow." 
And  kindly  bending,  King  and  Queen 
Are  fondly  crowned  in  floral  sheen ; 
While  Royal  thanks  and  Queen's  caress, 
Perfect  the  maidens'  happiness. 

And  now  the  day  is  bravely  done, 
All  brightly  sinks  the  setting  sun ; 
While  happy  hearts  in  joy  repair, 
Evening  repast  and  rest  to  share, 
Each  to  his  mountain-bower  of  light, 
In  joyous  dreams  to  pass  the  night, — 
Dreams,  not  with  dawn  to  fade  away, 
But  shine  more  truthful  with  the  day, — 
To  prove,  no  myth  or  idle  tale 
Their  victory  in  Deva's  vale ! — 
That  soon,  Spain's  gates  shall  open  wide, 
By  easy  battle's  conquering  tide. 


CANTO   IX. 

How  changed  all  hearts  since  that  sad  morn 

When  Zillah  left  her  bridal  bower, 
In  fearful  wretchedness  forlorn  ! — 

N"ow,  blooming  as  the  mountain  flower ! 
Joyous  they  wend  their  happy  way 
Through  flow'ry  paths  where  brooklets  play,- 
Fair  Zillah,  at  this  sunset  hour, 
With  Husband,  Father,  to  their  Bower ! 
Eager  to  show  her  sire  how  fair 
Her  forest-home  with  beauties  rare ; — 
O'erjoyed,  that  father  now  should  rest 
Within  her  own  wild  mountain-nest. 

Pensive  the  father,  as  he  cast 
His  thoughts  o'er  present  and  the  past, — 
On  his  poor,  suff 'ring,  gentle  child, 
Thus  fleeing  to  the  mountain-wild 


PEL  A  TO.  2-1:9 

To  suffer  hardships  new  and  strange, — 
As  rustic  maiden,  here  to  range ! 
And  gazing  sadly, — on  her  brow 
Fond  kisses  prest,  exclaiming — "  Thou ! 
O  thou !  so  nursed  in  palaces,  my  child ! 
To  dwell  within  this  mountain  wild ! 
O  brave  young  heart !  'tis  those  like  thee 
Are  worthy  of  Spam's  soil  to  be  ! — 
And  base  my  soul  with  infamy, 
To  turn  one  moment  e'en  from  thee, 
My  Country,  when  the  frail  and  pure, 

For  thee  so  nobly  could  endure  !  " 

• 

"  Nay,  father  dear !  "  she  fondly  cried, 
"  The  past  is  o'er, — all  cast  aside, 
Save  but  as  lessons  in  our  sight, 
To  profit  in  the  future  bright." 

How  gazed  the  King  with  loving  pride 
Upon  his  joyous  forest-bride ! 
So  happy  here  her  sire  to  greet 
With  welcome  fond  to  their  retreat ! 

"  See,  father,  see !  our  mossy  lawn ! 
Our  fountain  bright ! — my  gentle  fawn ! — 


11* 


250  PEL  A  TO. 

,  How  fond  with  pleasure  beams  his  eye 
To  view  the  loved  ones  drawing  nigh. 
Estrella  mia  !  pleased  art  thou 
To  see  thy  mistress  smiling  now  ? 
Ay !  well  thou  know'st  this  sad,  sad  dawn, 
No  word  had  she  for  thee,  my  fawn. 

"  And  list  my  cushat-doves  so  sweet, 
Cooing,  in  welcome  now  to  greet 
Us  home  again  to  fairy  bowers 
Where  love  fills  up  their  life,  as  ours. — 
Now,  father,  see  my  hiding  place, 
That  eglantine  and  wild-rose  lace* 
With  clinging  tendrils  freshly  fair 
That  bud  and  blossom  ever  bear ! 
Had  ever  birdling  fairer  nest  ? — 
By  loving  mate  more  fond  carest  ? 
And  oh !  how  happy  now,  to  see 
My  father  dear  thus  safe  with  me  ! 

"  Search  for  the  entrance !     Father,  look ! 
Was  ever  so  secure  a  nook  ?  " 
Parting  the  branches,  bright  she  smiled, — 
"  Behold  !  the  nest  of  thy  dear  child ! 
What  say  you  now  ?  "  as  enter  they 
Where  clear  stalactites  sparkling  play 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  251 

Around  the  hall  of  marble  white, 

Reflecting  many  a  mirrored  light, 

Fresh  decked  with  flowers  by  maiden  hand, 

Tender  and  loving  of  their  band ; 

And  cushions,  carpet  richly  green 

Of  freshest  moss,  are  beauteous  seen. 

"  ISTay,  rest  not  here !  "  and,  as  a  bird, 

Her  joyous  tones  are  ever  heard, 

As  gliding,  flitting  through  each  nook, 

And  hall,  and  chamber,  crying, — "  Look ! " 

Till  now,  quite  near  her  own  boudoir, 

A  spacious  chamber,  covered  o'er 

With  fresh-culled  flowers  of  every  hue, 

Bespangled  with  the  evening  dew, 

And  pillowed  couch  of  fragrant  heath 

Of  purple,  and  elastic  wreath, 

Made  soft  with  downy-covering,  spread, 

From  brightest  breast  of  songster  shed : — 

And  Bead  and  Crucifix  are  there, 

For  Orison  and  Matin  share, 

While  fragrant  torch-light's  gentle  gleam, 

Fall  on  the  senses  as  a  dream. 

"  See,  father  dear !  here  shalt  thou  rest 
In  this  our  Paradise  so  blest, — 


252  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

This,  thine  own  Sanctum  calm  to  be, 
When  thou  to  solitude  would'st  flee. 

Oh  !  am  I  not  joyous  and  blest  to  see, 

Thus  Liege-love,  and  Father,  both  safe  with  me ! 

And  I  never  would  fly  from  my  loved  Eden-bower. 

For  the  richest  of  courts  or  the  highest  of  power !  " 

Radiant  in  her  bright  womanhood, 
She  beamed,  as  all  of  fair  and  good, 
With  sparkling  eyes  and  soul  of  light, 
O'er-flowing  with  love's  ardor  bright. 

"  It  is,  in  truth,  fair  child,"  said  he, 
"  A  bower  o'er  blithe  and  kind  for  me ; 
And  God,  who  guards  the  sparrow's  rest, 
Hath  fondly  my  sweet  birdling  blest. — 
God  ever  bless  thee  more,  my  child, 
Henceforth,  as  through  the  mountain- wild  !  " — 
'Mid  tears,  he  pressed  her  pure  young  brow, — 
"  Receive  thy  father's  blessing  now." 

Followed  the  King  the  happy  pair, 
Gazing  upon  his  magnet  fair, — 
But  at  her  filial  tenderness, 
Half  sprang  to  clasp  such  loveliness ! 


PEL  A  TO.  253 

The  beauteous  being  good  as  bright, — 
Exclaiming, — "  Angel  thou  of  light ! 
My  Star !  my  blessing  e'er  to  be, — 
Without  thee,  what  were  life  to  me !  " 

But  now  the  evening  feast  is  spread, 
And  to  the  Hall  the  Sire  is  led, 
Upon  the  King's  right  hand  is  placed, 
While  Ziilah  fair,  his  heart-side  graced ; — 
And  that  gay  banquet  freely  crowned 
With  every  good  the  Mountain  found, 
Of  viand,  draught,  or  fresh  fruits  rare, 
That  richest  grove  or  vine  may  bear ; — 
While  Nobles  high,  and  Warriors  bold, 
Bishops  and  Friars,  Padres  old, 
And  Maidens  fair,  are  seated  round, 
In  honor  of  the  Father  found. — 
Above,  around,  droop  garlands  sweet, 
Blossoms  of  brightness,  close  to  meet 
The  eye  and  cheek  and  breathing  sense, 
With  fragrance,  as  of  rare  incense. 

Marvels  the  Sire  that  Wild  so  lone 
Should  all  of  banquet's  share  thus  own, 
Sweeter  and  richer  far  than  e'er 
His  patios,  parks,  or  vineyards  bear ! 


254  PELAYO. 

And  gay  the  merry  cup  goes  round, 

That  freshly  innocent  is  found ; 

And  bright  the  glance  from  loving  eyes, 

'Mid  badinage  and  keen  replies ; 

While  speak  the  grave  of  all  the  past, 

And  of  that  effort,  now  the  last, 

When,  with  well-planned  and  boldest  stroke, 

Brave  Spanish  sons  shall  rend  their  yoke, — 

The  last  frail  link  that  bindeth  down, 

And  King  and  Queen  all  happy  crown 

With  loud  acclaim,  free  banners  float, 

God's  Cross  upraised,  and  Victor-note ! 

Fain  would  they  from  Count  Eudon  hear 

Of  much  that  hath  not  reached  their  ear ; 

Afar  thus  in  the  mountain-wood, 

Of  all  unknown,  of  ill  or  good. — 

Briefly  he  spake  of  erring  ones, 

The  Renegade,  Apostate  sons ; 

The  fall'n  from  Faith — through  craven  fear, 

Renouncing  all  of  Truth  most  dear ; 

Some,  through  the  sordid  hope  of  gain, — 

Some  for  their  towers  and  lands  of  Spain ; 

Others,  by  wicked  led  astray, 

All  wretched  on  their  trait'rous  way ; — 


PEL  A  TO.  255 

Needing  compassion  greatly  now, — 
For  perjured  faith  and  broken  TOW 
Have  eaten,  vulture-like,  within, — 
Penance  enough  for  every  sin ! 

Of  Julian,  still  they'd  further  know : — 
"  How  fares  he  with  the  Moslem  foe 
Far  in  the  East  ? — 'tis  well  this  day 
He  came  not  near  our  lances'  play ! " 
"  Forbear  your  ire,  for  great  his  woe, 
Since  leagued  Count  Julian  with  the  foe  ! 
The  tree  that  seemeth  freshly  fair, 
May  canker  at  the  root  still  bear. — 
Hatred,  he  reads  in  every  eye, — 
The  Christians  curse  him,  passing  by ! 
Men  whisper,  as  he  wends  forlorn, 
And  turn  away  in  bitter  scorn ! 
And  mothers,  should  he  chance  pass  by, 

Snatch  close  their  infants  to  the  breast, 
Lest  on  them  glance  his  traitor  eye, 

4  The  evil  eye]  upon  them  rest ! 
Till,  his  at  length  that  bitter  ban, — 
The  loathing  of  his  fellow-man ; 
While  now,  the  direct  curse  of  all, 
To  loathe  himself,  doth  justly  fall! 


256  PELAYO. 

Sulieman,  too,  suspicious  still 
That  yet  the  count  may  work  him  ill, 
Saying, — '  He  who  betrays  his  land, 
May  traitor  prove  yet  to  our  band  ; ' 
Orders  for  his  arrest  soon  sped, — 
But  ere  received,  the  count  had  fled 
To  mountains  of  the  Arragon, — 
A  wandering,  homeless,  wretched  one ! 

"  The  Emir,  fierce  to  lose  his  prey, 
Quick  crossed  the  straits  where  Ceuta  lay, 
The  Countess  Julian  and  her  son, 
To  capture  ere  the  day  begun. — 
And  now,  as  it  was  given  me, 
A  tale  of  fear  I'll  tell  to  thee, 
Whose  horrors,  chanced  the  very  night 
The  Bishop  Orpas'  soul  took  flight ; 
His  traitor-body,  bound  in  chain, 
Could  not  the  summoned  soul  restrain, — 
That  left  its  gloomy  prison  .gate, 
For  who  may  say  what  realm  or  fate  ?  " 


PELAYO. 

TALE  OF  THE  COUNTESS  JULIAN. 

At  midnight  hour, 
Within  her  Tower, 
The  Countess  grieved, 
All  hope  bereaved, 

O'er  pleasures  past, 
And  joys,  the  last ! — 
When,  sound  of  fear ! 
She  low  doth  hear 

The  solemn  swell 
Of  tolling  bell,— 

As  moaning  breeze 
Through  cypress  trees ! 

When,  sight  of  fear ! 
There  doth  appear 
Orpas !  her  brother, 
Standing  near ! 

His  wraith  !  full  true, 
To  mortal  view ! 
All  ghastly  white, 
With  eyes  of  light, 


258  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

That  lambent  beam 
With  flashing  gleam ! — 
With  grave  voice  low, 
And  sad  with  woe, 

He  mournful  said, 
"  Lo !  from  the  dead, 
My  sister,  see ! 
I  come  to  thee ! 

Avert  thy  fate 
Now,  ere  too  late  ! — 
Guard  well  thy  son  I 
For  bloodhounds  run 

Upon  his  track, 
For  death  or  rack ! — 
Guard  then  thy  son 
Ere  evil  done  ! 

Sis  purity 
Might  safety  be, 
But,  for  our  sins 
He,  vengeance  wins ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  259 

Then,  ceased  his  word ; — 
No  sound  was  heard, — 
Nor  form  was  seen 
Where  he  had  been  ! 

"  Roused  from  her  stupor, — quick  the  '  Call ' 
Frandina,*  for  the  gath'ring  gave 

Of  soldiers,  warriors,  chieftains  all, 
Their  infant  master  now  to  save. — 

Full  true  the  spirit  spake  her  then ! 

For  lo !  adown  the  rocky  glen 

Were  seen  the  Emir  and  his  host — 

Th'  Armada,  swarming  black  their  coast ! — 

By  storm,  at  length,  the  Citadel 

Was  taken,  and  the  Fortress  fell ! 

When,  with  an  anxious,  fearful  heart, 

The  countess  sought  her  to  depart. 

" c  Surely,'  she  said,  c  within  the  grave, 
My  child,  I  still  may  hope  to  save ! ' 
And  thus,  among  the  vaulted  Dead, 
Her  Innocent,  she  trembling  led, — 
4  In  darkness,  and  alone  to  be, 
Thou'rt  not  afraid,  my  child,'  said  she. — 

*  The  Countess  Julian. 


260  PELAYO. 

4  No,  mother,  they  can  do  no  harm,' 
Replied  the  boy,  in  accents  calm, — 
4  And  why  should  I  my  sister  fear, 
Who  loved  me  e'er,  so  fondly  dear  ? ' 
The  Sepulchre,  she  opening  said, — 
4  Listen,  my  son,  amid  the  Dead, 
With  thy  dear  sister  wait  me  here, — 
And  silence  keep ; — for  much  I  fear, 
Fierce,  cruel  men  now  seek  to  slay, 
Or  bear  thee  hence  from  me  away ! 
And  as  thy  life  thou  boldest  dear, 
In  silence  now  await  me  here.' 

"  Then,  up  the  Citadel,  in  haste 
Her  trembling  steps  she  quick  retraced, — 
Soon  to  the  Emir  prisoner  brought, 
Who  for  the  child  now  eager  sought. 
4  Where  hicPst  thy  child?  full  quickly  state, 
Or  sad,  my  dame,  thy  luckless  fate  ! 
Torture  shall  wring  the  truth  from  thee, 
Unless  thou  now  divulge  it  free! '' 

44  With  haughty  bearing  stood  she  there, — 
A  queen,  in  stately  grandeur  rare ! 
4  Emir,  the  truth  is  to  me  wed, — 
My  darling  child  lies  with  the  dead  ! ' 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  261 

Then  cried  Alahor, — '  Soon  we'll  see ! 
Countess,  thou  comest  hence  with  me 
To  search  a  jewel  we  must  find ; — 
And  sooth,  methinks,  if  I'm  not  blind, 
Thy  child's  concealment  thou  wilt  speak, 
If  not  by  words,  in  blanching  cheek ; 
And  thus,  Condesa,  show  full  well 
That  which  thy  lips  deign  not  to  tell ! ' 

"  Now  search  they  every  nook  around, 
Above,  below,  and  under  ground  ; 
While  blanches  pale  her  cheek  with  fear 
As  now  the  sepulchres  they  near  ! 
But  as  they  turn  to  pass  them  by, 
A.  light  of  joy  gleams  in  her  eye  ; 
"Which,  seeing,  Yuza  quick  doth  say, — 
4  We're  leaving  now  our  gentle  prey  ! ' 

"  '  Enter  the  sepulchres  ! '  he  cried, 
'  P faith,  the  Countess  hath  not  lied!' 
Then,  as  the  tombs  they  searching  ope, 
A  strange,  fair  sight  upon  them  broke  ! — 
Within  Florinda's  *  resting  place, 
One  dimpled  arm  thrown  o'er  his  face, 

*  Daughter  of  Count  Julian. 


262  r  E  L  A  Y  o . 

That  cherub-child  in  Heavenly  sleep 
Lay  now,  as  Angel  pure,  to  keep 
Watch  o'er  his  sister's  ashes  dear, 
While  fiends  were  searching  for  him  near ! 
Where,  through  long,  weary  hours,  had  he 
Lain  in  his  infant  purity  ! 

"  A  brawny  arm  of  soldier  dread, 
Raised  that  sweet  blossom  from  the  Dead ; 
As  Azreal's  night-wings,  bear  away 
Fair  buds,  from  darksome  homes  of  clay 
To  hearts  that  mourn  ; — but  not  as  he, 
The  Angel  dark,  to  those  who  see 
With  soul-oped  eyes,  the  vista  bright 
Through  which  those  buds  are  borne  to  Light ! 

"  But,  Azreal  dark  in  deed,  is  he, 
That  to  the  Emir  fierce  could  flee, 
With  that  poor  birdling,  struggling  there, — 
While  mother's  shrieks  pierce  shrill  the  air ! 

"  As  bird  for  stolen  young  fierce  flies, 
Pursued,  that  mother,  with  wild  cries 
Of  anguish  to  the  Emir's  feet ! — 
God  help  thee  now,  that  foe  to  meet ! 


PELAYO.  263 

That  cruel  and  relentless  one  ! — 
4  Mercy  ! '  she  cried, — *  My  child !   my  son  ! 
O  Emir  !  to  a  mother's  prayer 
Listen  !  and  God  will  now  and  e'er 
Shed  blessings  on  thee  from  Above, 
From  His  pure  fount  of  Heavenly  love  ; 
Let  but  my  prayer  thy  mercy  meet, 
And  I  will  kiss  thy  very  feet ! ' 

'  Now  bear  this  frantic  woman  hence  ! ' 

The  Emir  cried, — '  and  guard  her  well ! ' 
And  thus,  with  cruel  violence, 

They  dragged  her  to  the  dungeon-cell ! — 
No  pity  to  the  mother  shown  ! — 

No  ray  of  mercy  deep  within 
That  heart,  hard  as  the  '  nether  stone,' 

And  dark  with  all  of  earthly  sin  ! — 
Where  rests  that  spark,  O  man  of  night ! 
Divine,  within  thy  soul's  deep  blight, 
The  one  pure  drop  to  purify, 
And  draw  thy  spirit  Heaven  nigh  ? 
For  e'en  the  rocky  crystal's  breast 
Will  show,  where  dewy  drop  doth  rest 
Within  its  heart,  all  stony  bound, 
When  dug  from  depth  of  darkest  ground  ! 


264:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Turning  to  Yuza,  standing  near, 
The  Emir  whispered  in  his  ear ; 
When,  straight,  that  son  of  Ishmael  wild 
Led  out  the  innocent  young  child 
Forth  to  a  tower,  up  staircase  nigh, 
Until  they  reached  its  summit  high  ; 
Where  on  its  battlement  they  stand, 
The  fair  child  grasping  close  his  hand. 

"  '  Cling  not  to  me,  my  child,  so  tight, 

There  is  no  harm  to  thee  ! ' — 
4  Father,  I  fear  not, — but  the  height 

Is  wondrous  great  to  see  ! ' 
Gazed  with  delighted  eyes  the  child ! 

Bright  waved  his  sunny  hair 
In  the  fresh  breeze,  that  gently  mild 

Played  o'er  his  forehead  fair  ; 
And  glowed  his  cheek  at  sight  so  grand, 

Where  foaming  billows  reach 
Afar  off  toward  the  sunny  land 

Of  Spain's  bright,  glitt'ring  beach  ! 
Said  Yuza—'  Know'st  thou,  child,  the  shore 

Beyond  those  waters  blue  ?  ' 
4  'Tis  Spain !  the  land  my  parents  bore  ! ' 

Replied  the  boy,  most  true. 


PELAYO.  265 

6  Stretch  forth  thine  hands  and  bless  it  then, 

My  child ! '  the  swarthy  demon  said  ; — 
The  trusting  boy,  no  harm  to  ken, 

Unclasped  his  hold, — with  upraised  head 
Stretched  forth  his  tiny  hands,  to  bless 

His  country,  with  fond,  ardent  glow, — 
When  that  foul  fiend  of  wickedness 

Hurled,  o'er  the  battlement  below, 
That  pure  young  form,  far,  headlong  down  ! — 
Where  surges  dash,  'mid  rocks'  dark  frown, 
And  sea-birds  screech  and  waters  moan 
His  requiem, — that  child  was  thrown, 
A  shapeless  mass,  all  crushed  beneath  ! — 
The  foaming  spray,  his  Funeral  wreath, — 
The  billows  white,  his  '  Winding  sheet ! ' — 
And  thus — Death  culled  that  Blossom  sweet ! 

"  The  morning's  dawn,  that  mother  found 
Led  from  her  dungeon, — chained  and  bound ! 
Dishevelled  hair,  and  dark  eyes  wild, 
Told  well,  she  knew  all  of  Tier  child! 
No  tear,  no  prayer,  she  offers  now, — 
Content,  her  head  in  death  to  bow  !— 
For  hopes  all  crushed,  and  lights  all  fled, 
Since  her  pure  child  lay  mangled  ! — dead  ! 


266  PELAYO. 

To  '  Christian  prisoners  ! '  now  doth  call 

Alahor  loud, — '  Behold  ye  here 
Count  Julian's  wife  !    He,  on  ye  all 

Brought  ruin  !   wrecked  your  country  dear ! ' 
Then,  ordered  he,  that  poor  one  !  lone  ! — 
They,  unto  death,  should  each  man  stone ! 
But  back  they  shrink  with  horror  all, — 
'  Not  upon  her, — from  us  e'er  fall 
The  punishment  he  well  deserves — 
For  God,  who  ne'er  from  justice  swerves 
Hath  said, — '  Ye  shall  not  harm  or  slay, 
Vengeance  is  mine,  I  will  repay  ! ' — 
The  Emir  vowed  that  each  should  die, 
Who  would  not  with  his  will  comply  ; — 
And  so,  the  Countess,  thus,  and  then, 
Was  murdered  by  her  countrymen  ! 

"  Too  sad  a  tale,  list  ye  to-night, 
When  all  should  breathe  alone  of  bright 
And  joyous  deeds,  in  cheerful  strain, 
To  banish  every  thought  of  pain." — 
"  Nay !  nay  !  "  they  cry,  "  we  needs  must  hear 
Of  all  the  past,  or  gay,  or  drear  ; — 
Tell  us,  we  pray  thee,  one  and  all, 
Wert  near  Cordova  in  her  fall  ?  " 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  267 

"  I  was,"  replied  Count  Eudon,  clear, 
"  But  why  me  ask,  Pelistes  here  ?  " — 
"  Because,  when  of  this  tale  we  seek, 
Pelistes  briefly  e'er  doth  speak, 
For  he  hath  an  o'er-modest  heart, — 
^NVer  in  his  own  praise  bearing  part, 
And  therefore,  we  but  simply  learn 
The  Moor  he  battled  in  his  turn  ; 
That  he  hath  hither  fled,  we  know, 
And  how  escaped  he  from  the  foe  ; 
But  of  his  prowess,  valiant,  bold, 
Hare  ne'er,  as  yet,  been  fully  told  ; 
Well  know  we  all,  his  spirit  brave, 
That  nobly  perilled  life,  to  save 
His  cavaliers, — e'en  twice  essayed 
Through  dangers  dire  to  bring  them  aid, — 
And  now,  escaped  his  happy  turn, 

Brave  comrades  fallen,  captive  still, 
How  sad  his  heart  doth  eager  bum 

Their  chains  .to  burst — his  vengeance  fill ! — 
And  strong  the  hope,  not  distant  long, 
The  hour,  when  loud  our  Victory-song, 
Upon  those  captive  ears  shall  fall 
In  Freedom's  hopeful,  cheering  call ! 
To  rescue  Braves  from  Moslem  foe, 
To  strike  the  fierce  oppressor  low  ! — 


268  PEL  A  Y  O  . 

Dark  prison  gates  wide  opened  be, 

And  Spain  !  loved  Spain  !  all  glorious,  free  ! 

"  And  now,  Count  Eudon,  'tis  for  thee 
To  sound  Pelistes'  bravery, — 
Who,  modest,  humble  e'er  as  brave, 
Denies  us  still  the  boon  we  crave." 

But  ere  the  tale  may  yet  be  told, 

The  "Pledge,"  from  Fair,  and  Grave,  and  Bold, 

Must  freely  pass  this  joyous  e'en, 

For  Bride  and  Groom — for  King  and  Queen  ; — 

The  toast  in  honor  passed  around, — 

All,  save  Count  Eudon,  seated  now, — 
"  Full  happy  here  am  I  to  sound 

Just  tribute, — and  for  that  brave  brow, 
So  bending  now  in  noble  shame, 
Wreathe  truthful  laurels, — crown  the  name 
Of  brave  Pelistes,  bright  in  glory  ! — 
And  thus, — I  pass  me  to  my  story. 

STORY    OF    PELISTES. 

"  While  Taric  swept  around  our  land 

His  scimitar,  destruction  bent, 
The  Greek  Magued,  with  motley  band, 
To  siege  Cordova  soon  was  sent ; 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  269 

Whose  people,  all  secure,  with  pride 
Beheld,  as  inundation's  tide 
Don  Rod'rick,  with  his  bands  of  Spain 
Sweeping  o'er  Guadalquiver's  plain  ! 
But,  dire  dismay  !  the  '  Fleeing '  bring 

Wild  tidings  of  their  mighty  host ! 
Gone  !  fallen  now,  El  Cid  their  King  ! 

Routed  the  army ! — Roderick  lost ! 

"  Amid  dire  consternation  great, 
Pelistes,  haggard,  at  their  gate, 
Leading  a  band  of  Cavaliers, 
Arrived,  to  lighten  somewhat  fears  ; 
For  well  Cordova's  people  knew 

Pelistes'  spirit,  steadfast,  brave  ; — 
Him  rallying  round  with  hope  anew, 

Cried, — '  Roderick  is  fallen  !  thou  wilt  save  ! 
Ko  King,  no  Leader,  now  have  we  ! — 
Thou  unto  us  as  Chieftain  be ! 
Defend  our  city  from  the  foe  ! 
Protect  us,  in  this  hour  of  woe  ! ' 

"  Crushed  by  his  grief, — ambition  free, 
Xought  but  his  Country's  woes  to  see  ! 
Pelistes,  for  her  sufPring  sake, 
Effort,  though  desp'rate,  still  would  make  ; — 


270  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

And  answering  said, — c  This  is  the  hour 

To  stand  up  bravely,  one  and  all ! 
Our  city,  guarded  well  by  tower, 

And  battlement,  and  strong  built  wall, 
May  check  the  progress  of  the  Moor, — 
If  ye  but  promise  to  endure 
Bravely  with  me,  the  boon  ye  ask 
I'll  freely  grant,  and  to  the  task.' 
The  citizens  warm  pledges  gave 

To  stand  by  him  until  the  last, — 
With  zeal  untiring  seek  to  save 

Their  walls,  and  towers,  till  hope  were  past ; 
But,  weak  in  faith,  and  strong  for  self, 
The  wealthy,  for  their  dross  and  pelf, 
Soon  as  they  heard  the  Moslem  tread, 
With  gathered  treasures,  basely  fled  ! 
E'en  too  the  monks,  church,  convent  sacked, 
And,  with  their  riches  quickly  packed, 
For  mountains,  or  Toledo,  all — 
City  and  Altars  left  to  fall ! 

"  Pelistes,  though  deserted  now 

By  craven  ones,  all  frighted  thence, 
Determined,  yielding  ne'er  to  bow 

While  he  might  strike  for  their  defence. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  271 

With  Cavaliers,  a  scanty  band, 

And  Fugitives,  in  numbers  small, 
Firmly  resolved  to  bravely  stand, — 

The  city  save — or  nobly  fall ! 

"  Advanced  that  motley  army  then — 
Apostate  Christians,  Moslem  men — 
By  Renegade  Greek  Magued, 
And  shameless  traitor  Julian  led  ! — 
While  still  afar  from  city  wall, 
In  luckless  chance,  it  did  befall 
That,  wand'ring  Guadalquiver's  side, 
Their  scouts  a  Spanish  shepherd  spied, — 
From  Cordova,  the  trembling  hind, 
Whom,  basely  craven,  free  they  find 
The  city's  secrets  to  relate, — 
How  guarded  wall  and  tower,  to  state  ! 

"  '  The  walls  and  gates,'  said  Magued, 
'  Are  they  all  strong  and  well  guarded  ?  ' 
4  The  walls  are  wondrous  strong  and  high, 
And  soldiers  guard  them,  ever  nigh, — 
But,  secret  spot  full  well  I  know, 
Where  entrance  now  can  make  the  foe, — 
Which  easily  may  soon  be  found 
Just  near  the  bridge, — high  from  the  ground. 


272  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Here,  I  observed  the  other  morn, 
That  portions  of  the  wall  had  worn, 
And  falling,  made  a  sorry  breach, 
Which,  by  a  fig-tree  near,  you  reach, 
And  so,  with  ease,  the  wall  be  scaled, 
When  other  efforts  shall  have  failed  ; ' — 
And  thus,  that  traitor,  vile  as  low, 
Betrays  his  city, — guides  the  foe  ! 

"  Well  having  marked  the  villain's  tale, 
Magued  there  halted  in  the  vale  ; 
And  renegado  Spaniards  sent, 
As  if  in  flight — -for  safety  bent, 
To  seek  within  Cordova's  wall 
Hefuge  and  shelter,  ere  they  fall  / 
Who,  to  her  gates  all  treach'rous  fly, — 
With  terror  feigned,  for  entrance  cry ! 
The  tale  well  told — admitted  they 
Within  her  walls  to  wend  their  way  ! — 
Vile  traitors  !  stealing  in  their  fold, 
As  Serpent  of  fair  Eden  old ! 
The  kindly  hands  would  rescue  bring, 
Thus  basely  treacherous  to  sting ! — 
Where  wTill  such  souls  find  refuge,  pray, 
When  shineth  clear  Eternal  day, 


P  E  L  A  T  O  .  273 

And  spirits  dark,  erst c  clad  in  light,' 
Stand  full  revealed,  as  forms  of  night  ? 
ISTo  cloak  of  seeming  virtue's  fold 
Around  their  spirit-forms  enrolled, — 
But,  black,  in  bold  relief  to  stand 
'Mid  sinful  souls — a  fiendish  band ! 
No  more  to  steal  'mid  pure  and  blest, 
Or  with  the  good  and  bright  to  rest ; 
Afar  !  afar  from  loved-ones  fair, 
Their  home,  their  presence  ne'er  to  share  ! 
But,  with  their  like  enforced  to  dwell 
'Mid  horrors,  mortal  may  not  tell ! 
Ay  !  with  their  like  alone  to  dwell! 
Worse  penance  than  the  dungeon-cell ! 
'Mid  fiends  that  all  commandments  break, 
From  widow,  orphan, — -justice  take  ! 
Defrauders,  causing  suff 'ring  poor 
Mis'ry  still  greater  to  endure  ! 
Deceivers,  robbers,  murd'rers  all ! 
On  whom  just  punishment  shall  fall ; — 
When   withered  souls,  warped,  cramped,   and 
seared, 

Shall  to  their  level  gravitate, 
To  dwell  in  darkness  justly  feared, — 

Their  sure,  as  wretched,  direful  fate ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Now  wait  the  fiends,  the  coming  foe, — 
Their  signal  dark  for  treach'rous  blow  ! 
Till,  on  a  wild,  tempestuous  night, 
The  bridge  of  Guadalquiver  bright 
The  Moslem  neared — in  ambush  lay, — 
While  Magued  steals  his  wily  way 
With  chosen  men,  and  dark-souled  guide 
To  ford  the  stream,  and  by  the  side 
Of  tow'ring  walls  grope  silently, 
Until  they  reach  the  wild  c  Fig  tree  ; ' 
Where  traitors,  now  within  the  wall, 
Await,  to  aid  at  signal  call ; — 
Their  turbans'  folds  they  wind  in  cord, 
And  lower  to  the  Moorish  horde, 
Who  scale  the  wall,  the  opening  reach, 
And  safely  pass  within  the  breach  ; 
A  moment  only  now  to  wait, 

When,  drawing  scimitars,  they  hie, 
Quickly  unto  the  '  river  gate,' 

That  openeth  where  the  bridge  doth  lie. 

"  The  guards,  surprised  thus  from  within, 

Were  soon  o'ercome  by  Moslem  horde, — 
The  gate  thrown  open, — with  wild  din 

The  foe,  o'er  bridge,  thro'  entrance  poured !- 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  275 

With  hasty  zeal  then  sallied  out 

The  band  by  brave  Pelistes  led  ; 
Who,  soon  all  hemmed  each  side  about, 

For  refuge  to  a  convent  fled, 
Whose  pond'rous  doors  they  quickly  close, 
As  furious  rush  their  fiendish  foes — 
When,  from  each  tower  and  battlement, 
They  frightful  missiles  hurling  sent, — 
And,  thus  assailed,  the  Moors  retire, 
Not  relishing  such  weapons'  fire  ; 
Forced  from  the  convent  thus  away, 
They  threat'ning  cry, — '  Bide  ice  our  day  ! ' 

"  Pelistes  now  examines  all, 
To  find  full  strong  each  gate  and  wall ; — 
Massive,  secured  with  bolt  and  bar 
The  grated  doors  and  windows  are  ; 
A  cistern  large  of  water  there, 
Provisions,  of  a  liberal  share, — 
And  so,  proposed  to  '  Make  a  stand,' 
Until  relief  should  be  at  hand. 
Fondly,  his  brave  and  earnest  word, 
The  cavaliers,  with  shouts,  all  heard  ; 
Not  one,  but  would  in  death  have  lain 
There  nobly  down  for  Chief  and  Spain  ! 


276  PELAYO. 

"  Three  weary,  anxious  months,  the  band 

Defended  bravely  well,  and  sure, 
Their  sacred  walls, — most  firm  did  stand 

'Gainst  each  assault  of  furious  Moor. 
The  standard  of  their  faith  waved  high 

And  constant,  on  the  loftiest  tower, 
That  it  might  meet  some  Christian  eye, — 

And  ever  through  the  night's  dark  hour 
A  fire  bright  blazed,  as  signal  call 
Of  dire  distress,  to  Spaniards  ah1 
Throughout  the  country  wide  around, — 
That  helpful  succor  might  be  found. 

"  The  watchmen  from  the  turret  gazed, 
Hoping,  through  each  dust-cloud  that  raised, 
They  might  descry  their  Chiefs  of  Spain, — 
But  ah  !  alas  !  they  looked  in  vain  ! 
For  all  that  country,  now,  forlorn, 
Abandoned  lay  ! — of  life  quite  shorn, 
Save  Arab  horseman  chanced  to  stray 
Along  fair  Guadalquiver's  way. 

"  At  length,  provisions  all  were  gone  ! — 
And,  one  by  one,  they  now  must  slay 
Loved  chargers,  that  had  borne  them  on 
Oft  faithfully,  through  battle-day. — 


PEL  A  TO. 

And  miseries  of  famine  sore, 

Unmurmuring,  they  wasting  bore, — 

Pelistes  meeting  with  a  smile 

Of  loving  courage,  e'er  meanwhile. 

The  good  knight  read  their  sufferings  well, 

Which  their  wan  faces  plainly  tell, — 

For  them,  more  than  himself  to  grieve, — 

And  hence,  resolved  forthwith  to  leave 

And  effort  for  deliverance  make, 

If  e'en  thro'  death,  for  their  loved  sake  ; 

So  to  the  Convent-court  he  led 

The  assembled  braves,  to  whom  he  said  :  — 

u  4  Brethren,  defending,  moons  full  three, 

These  sacred  towers  from  impious  hand, 
Privation,  famine,  borne  have  we, — 

My  nobly  brave,  and  suff'ring  band  ! — 
But  now,  starvation  drives  me  forth  ! — 

My  cavaliers,  ye  know  full  well 
Our  cause  is  -desp'rate  ! — sadly  loth 

Am  I,  these  grievous  words  to  tell ! 
And  chance  but  one,  I  see  me  now, 

All  peril  fraught,  with  danger  rife  ! — 
But,  as  your  leader,  here  I  vow 

To  brave  it, — e'en  at  risk  of  life ! 


278  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

"  '  Our  countrymen  know  not  our  fate : — 
The  morrow's  dawn  I'll  hie  me  hence, 
When  first  is  oped  the  city  gate, 
To  seek  for  aid  in  our  defence. 
Alone,  perchance  I  safe  may  pass, 
And  unsuspected  through  the  mass, 
Then,  to  Toledo  speedy  fly, 
Soon  to  return  with  succor  nigh. 
Now  mark  !  upon  yon  mountain  high 
Should  ye  five  burning  lights  espy, 
Be  sure  that  aid  is  near  at  hand, 
And,  hast'ning,  gather  all  the  band 
To  sally  on  the  city's  heart, 
While  I  attack  her  outer  part, — 
Her  gates  and  bulwarks  meantime  siege, — 
Your  prayers,  kind  nobles,  for  your  Liege  ! ' 

"  And  leading  to  the  Chapel,  then, 

Before  the  Altar  prayed  they  there, 
Pelistes,  and  his  loyal  men, 

Kneeling  before  the  Virgin  fair, — 
When,  rising,  farther  thus  he  spake  : — 
*  Now,  ere  I  leave,  this  promise  make, 
That,  to  the  last,  ye,  one  and  all, 
Will  bide  within  the  convent  wall ; 


PELAYO.  279 

Defend,  as  Christian  brave  men  here, 
Your  Cross  and  honor,  ever  dear, — 
Never  renounce  your  Faith,  or  throw 
Yourselves  for  mercy  on  the  foe, 
The  renegado  base  Magued, 
Or  traitor  Julian,  worse  than  dead ! 
And,  as  you  guard  this  holy  wall, 
Guard  well  your  honors'-temple  all, — 
God  knows  if  we  have  land  to  save  ! — 
If  not, — then  better  in  the  grave  ! 
Loyal  and  true  ye've  been  to  me, — 
True  to  my  son,  till  death,  were  ye ; — 
Grieves  me,  I  have  no  power  to  prove 
My  ever  true  and  grateful  love, 
Save  through  this  effort,  peril  rife, 
To  venture  thus  my  worthless  life.' 
Pelistes,  then,  each,  one  by  one, 
Embraced,  as  father  fond,  his  son ; 
With  loving  spirit,  saddened  heart, 
As  though  in.  .death  they  now  did  part. 
The  warriors  silent  crowded  round, 

Kissing  his  hands, — his  garment's  hem, — 
While  tears  o'er  sternest  cheeks  were  found — 

And  thus  he  parted  there  from  them. 


280  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

At  silent,  grey,  and  early  mom, 

Forth  from  the  postern,  011  his  steed, 
He  issued  on  that  hope-forlorn, 

With  shield  and  lance,  for  coming  need. 
Just  streaked  the  eastern  glimm'ring  grey 
As  slow  he  paced  his  lonely  way 
Through  vacant  streets,  his  charger's  tramp 
Re-echoing  to  the  Moslem  camp  ! 
Still,  little  would  suspected  be 
A  single  horseman,  tranquilly 
Wending  his  way,  thus  carelessly, 
Through  armed  town,  as  enemy  ! 

"  At  opening  hour,  he  reached  the  Gate, 
When,  entering,  it  was  his  fate 
A  party,  foraging,  to  pass, 
With  cattle  rushing  wild  '  en  masse? 
Amid  the  herd  and  cattle  throng, 
He  safely  rode  his  way  along 
Unheeded,  till  without  the  Gate, 
When,  at  a  quickened,  rapid  rate 
He  spurred  his  charger's  course  aside, 
Alas  !  not  ere  full  well  descried 
By  Magued  the  renegade, 
Who,  singly,  hot  pursuit  now  made. 


PEL  A  TO.  281 

"  Dashed  on  Pelistes,  on  Magued, — 
For  bush  or  rock  ne'er  halting  staved, — 
O'er  rugged  height,  through  channel  dry, 
On  !  on  !  still  dashing  onward  fly  ! — 
But  now,  alas !  grieves  me  to  tell, — 
Pelistes'  charger,  stumbling,  fell 
From  top  to  base  of  ravine's  height, — 
Rider  and  steed  in  woful  plight ! 
Pelistes,  wounded,  bathed  in  gore, 
Successful  flight  could  hope  no  more, — 
His  charger  maimed, — in  quiv'ring  fear, — 
While  Magued,  the  foe,  drew  near, 
Exclaiming, — '  Sen  or  Alcayde  ! 
Well  met,  in  happy  time  are  we  ! 
My  prisoner,  now  thou'lt  humbly  yield, 
And  own  me  master  of  the  field  ! ' 
No  answer  then  Pelistes  made 
Save  drawing  of  his  right  good-blade, 
With  firm,  bold  bracing  of  his  shield, 
That  spake, — I  die,  ere  captive  yield ! 

"  Desp'rate  the  conflict  that  ensued  ! 
Their  shields  to  pieces  hacked  and  hewed, 
While  armors'  fragments  strewn  around, 
And  stained  with  blood  the  mossy  ground ! 


282  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Seldom  were  warriors  matched  so  well — 

That  of  such  equal  prowess  tell ! 

Who,  pausing  oft,  took  breath,  and  gazed, 

Admiringly  !  and  all  amazed, 

Each  on  the  other,  as  they  '  stayed  ' — 

The  loyal  knight  and  renegade  ! 

To  disadvantage  fights,  howe'er, 

Pelistes,  in  this  combat's  share, 

For,  wounded,  he  could  illy  strive, 

Which  marking,  Magued  now  but  sought 
To  take  his  noble  prey  alive, 

And  weary  only,  as  they  fought, 
Not  slay ; — for  weaker  still  he  grew, — 
Till  kindled  all  his  strength  anew, 
To  strike  one  brave  and  single  blow ! — 
'Twas  parried  well ! — when  fell  he  low, 
Senseless,  and  bathed  in  crimson  tide, — 
The  Renegade  fierce  by  his  side, 
His  foot  on  fallen  lance  to  rest, 
His  blade's  point  on  Pelistes'  breast, 
Crying, — '  Now  plead  from  me  thy  life  ! ' 

But  that  brave  knight  lay  as  one  dead, 
And  passed  away  from  mortal  strife  ! — 

Unlaced  his  helmet  then,  Magued, — 
And,  resting  on  the  rocky  ground, 
By  Moorish  cavaliers  was  found ; 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  283 

Who,  in  Pelistes  seeing  life, 

Now  raise  him  from  the  scene  of  strife  ; 

And  aiding  Magued  on  his  steed, 

Back  to  Cordova  slow  proceed  ; 

When  as  the  convent  pass  they  by, 

The  cavaliers  their  Chief  espy, 

As,  nearly  dying,  he  is  borne 

Bleeding,  and  captive,  thus  forlorn  ! — 

With  shouts  '  To  rescue  ! '  rush  they  out, — 

But,  back  repulsed,  are  put  to  rout ! — 

Within  the  portal  of  the  tower, 

Back  driven,  by  superior  power, — 

Fighting  all  fiercely  side  by  side, 

While  blood  flows  free  in  crimson-tide, 

From  court  to  Altar,  aisle  to  nave, — 

Thus  struggle  still  the  nobly  brave, 

Till,  in  the  cloisters  grim  and  grey, 

The  fallen,  dead,  and  dying,  lay ! 

And,  of  Pelistes'  faithful  band, 

Some  few  died,  bravely  sword  in  hand, 

Others,  disabled,  pris'ners  made, 

Were  in  St.  George's  convent  laid. 

"  To  bold  Pelistes'  prowess  brave, 
Great  reverence  the  Moslem  gave  ; 


284  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

And,  while  their  captive,  Arab-chiefs 
Sought  each  to  cheer  his  heavy  griefs  ; 
Most  kindly  strove  he  should  forget 
He  was  their  hapless  pris'ner  yet ; 
And,  when  recovered,  courteous  gave 
A  banquet,  to  their  captive  brave ! 

"  In  sable  armor,  sadly  borne, 
Appeared  he  there,  with  visage  worn ; 
For,  evermore  his  country's  ill 
With  anguish  great  his  heart  doth  fill ! 
Among  the  guests  assembled  there, 
Count  Julian  high  command  doth  bear, 
Enrobed  in  motley  garments  vile, 
Of  Christian  and  Morisco  style. 
A  close,  and  bosom  friend,  had  been 
Pelistes,  to  the  Count  e'er  seen, 
Through  wars  of  signal  bravery, 
In  happy  days  of  loyalty ; 
But,  when  the  Count  would  him  salute, 
Pelistes  turned  in  scorn,  quite  mute  ! — 
Regarding  him,  through  that  repast, 
As  one  unknown,  until  the  last. 

"  When  now  the  banquet  near  its  close, 
With  courtesy,  the  Moslem  foes, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  285 

Dwell  on  the  merits  of  the  brave, — 
The  Christians,  fallen  their  land  to  save ! 
'  Those  who  so  nobly  did  defend 
Their  sacred  walls  unto  the  end ! ' 

"  Pelistes,  silent,  bowed  his  head, — 
With  lifted  voice,  then  rising,  said  : — 
'  Happy !  happy  are  the  dead  ! 
All  their  cares  and  sorrows  fled ! 
In  peacefulness  fore'er  to  rest — 
Happy,  they,  among  the  Blest ! 
For  they  dwell  in  realms  of  joy, — 
Earthly  strifes  no  more  annoy  ;— 
Their  reward,  receive  they  now, 
Glorious  laurels  for  the  brow  ! 

"  '  I  could  mourn  my  brethren  brave, 
But  they  died  their  Cross  to  save ! 
Glory,  honor  now  their  share, 
While  my  country's  woes  I  bear ! 
I  have  seen  mine  only  son, 
My  joy !  my  hope  !  mine  idol  one ! 
In  his  beauty,  and  my  pride, 
Falling,  martyred,  by  my  side  ! — 

"  '  Friends  and  kindred,  followers  all, 
As  the  leaves  'neath  wild  blasts  fall, — 


286  PELAYO. 

Till  my  tears  have  ceased  to  flow, — 
All  my  hopes  and  joys  laid  low  ! 

"  l  Yet,  one  there  is,  for  whom  I  mourn 
With  never-ceasing  grief  forlorn  ! — 
The  loved  companion  of  my  youth, — 
The  noble  heart,  of  purest  truth  ! 
Most  loyal  of  all  Christian  knights  ! 
Defender  of  his  country's  rights  ! — 
Him  find  I  not !  alas  !  alas  ! 
This  grief  may  never  from  me  pass! — 
If  falTn  in  battle,  and  I  knew 
Where  his  loved  bones  might  meet  my  view, 
If  bleaching  white  on  Xeres'  plain, 
Or  deep  beneath  Guad'lete  lain, 
I'd  seek  them  out,  and  fond  enshrine 
Them  as  loved  patriot-saint  of  mine  ; — 
Or,  if  sad  driven  from  his  home, 
As  exile  forced  the  world  to  roam, 
I'd  join  him  on  his  hapless  way, 
O'er  foreign  lands  with  him  to  stray, 
Where  we,  together,  e'er  might  mourn 
Our  country,  of  her  glory  shorn  ! ' 

"  At  this  lament,  e'en  Arab-heart 
Was  touched,  to  bear  in  grief  its  part ! 


PELAYO.  287 

4  Who  was  this  peerless  friend, '  they  say, 

4  To  whom  such  homage  thou  dost  pay  ?  ' 

4  His  name?  Pelistes  answered  then, 

4  The  name  he  bore  icas  Julian  ! ' 

The  Moslem  started  with  surprise  ! 

4  Brave  cavalier,'  each  kindly  cries, 

4  Grief  must  thy  senses  dim,  we  fear — 

Behold !  the  Count  before  thee  here  ! 

Thy  friend,  thou  knowest  not !  look  and  see  ! 

Count  Julian  here  doth  stand  by  thee  ! ' 

"  Then  turned  the  knight  his  searching  eye 
Upon  the  Count — nor  deigned  reply, — 
Regarding  him  with  lofty  air, 
That  stern,  contemptuous  scorn  doth  bear  ! — 

u  Darkened  Count  Julian's  visage  now, 

Sank  his  shamed  eye  in  troubled  look 
Beneath  the  gaze  from  that  pure  brow — 

The  with'ring  scorn,  he  ill  could  brook  ! 
Then  cried  Pelistes, — 4  In  God's  name, 

I  charge  thee,  man  unknown  ! 
Barest  thou  Count  Julian  so  defame  ? 

His  name  presume  to  own  ?  ' — 
Redden'd  the  Count,  with  anger  deep, — 

4  Pelistes  !  why  this  mockery  keep  ? 


288  PELATO. 

Thou  knowst  me  as  Count  Julian  well, — 
It  needs  no  tongue  my  name  to  tell ! ' 

"  '  I  know  thee  as  Impostor  base, ! ' 
Pelistes  cried,  in  deepest  scorn, — 

'  Count  Julian  was  of  noble  race, 
A  Gothic  knight,  all  purely  born  ; 

Of  race,  Count  Julian,  pure  and  free  ; — 

But  thou, — in  mongrel  garb  I  see ! 

Count  Julian  was  a  Christian  sworn, 

But  thou — art  Infidel  forlorn  ! — 

Count  Julian  ne'er  did  wav'ring  pause, 

But  foremost  e'er  in  country's  cause  ; 

And  to  his  King,  loyal  and  true  ; — 

A  Renegade !  in  thee  I  view  ! — 

Count  Julian,  living,  brave  would  stand 

To  strike  for  Cross,  and  King,  and  Land  ; 

But  thou — a  hoary  traitor  art ! 

That  of  no  country  bearest  part ! 

Thy  hands  are  stained  with  royal  blood  ! 

Thy  country's  woes  roll  as  a  flood 

Of  dire  destruction,  death,  and  blight, 

Through  thee!   through  thee!    thou   fiend   of 
night ! 

Fors wearer  of  thy  Land  and  God  ! — 

Thou  worm  !  fit  only  for  the  sod ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  289 

And,  thus  again,  I  say  to  thee, 

Thou  liest !  O  man  unknown,  to  me  ! — 

My  friend,  alas  !  is  with  the  dead  ! — 

And  thou,  a  fiend  of  hell  here  fled, 

To  take  possession  of  his  frame. 

And  desecrate  his  noble  name  ! 

Thou  liest !  man  unknown  !  to  me  ; 

Count  Julian,  ne'er  in  thee  I  see  ! ' 

And  thus,  the  traitor  vile,  he  spurned, — 

Then  from  the  banquet  proudly  turned, — 

Leaving  the  Count  o'er- whelmed  with  shame ! 

Scorned  e'en  by  Arab-chiefs  his  name  ! — 

Now  weaves  my  story  happy  close, — 

Escaped  Pelistes,  each  here  knows, — 

And  thus,  I  pledge  that  noble  knight, 

Whose  name  is  crowned  with  glory  bright." 

"  Thanks  !  "  cry  they,  "  for  thy  story  now, 
The  chaplet  for  Pelistes'  brow," 
And,  as  the  toast  for  him  goes  by, 
Rising,  all  "  Vive  Pelistes  !  "  cry, 
And—"  Vive  Pelistes  !  "  still  doth  ring 
With  "  Blessings  on  our  Queen  and  King  !  " 
As,  with  cheered  hearts  for  victory  bright, 
They,  leaving,  pass  the  gay  "  Good-Night." 

13 


CANTO    X. 

THE  silv'ry  moon  ascending  now, 
Serenely  shines  on  mountain  brow, — 
With  placid  beam  o'er  heath  and  grove, 
Where  happy  lovers  fondly  rove ; 
Through  leafy  bowers  and  vale  she  played 
In  mazy,  frescoed,  light  and  shade, — • 
Through  the  dense  chestnut  foliage  grey, 
In  glowings  soft  of  mellow  ray, 
That  dancing  o'er  the  ripp'ling  stream, 
On  Deva's  bosom  glist'ning  beam, 
And  bathe  Auseva's  cloud-kissed  height, 
In  full,  resplendent  glory  bright. 

And  sweet  was  the  sleep,  that  all  brightened,- 
The  Royal,  the  Fair,  and  the  Brave  ; 

O'er  souls,  now  of  darkness  so  lightened, 
Blest  Peace  her  white  pinions  doth  wave  ; 


PELAYO.  291 

And  the  calm,  dewy  twilight  of  morning 

Gleams  fair  o'er  each  fresh-wakened  soul, — 
As  blossoms,  the  mountain  adorning, 

Ope  their  leaves  to  the  sunbeams,  that  stole 
Through  the  mist,  and  the  fleecy  cloud  rising, 

To  their  loved-ones,  the  buds  and  the  flowers, 
All  pure  from  their  heaven-baptizing, 

Smiling  sweetly  in  morn's  dawning  hours. 

Fair  as  Eden,  the  mountain  beams  brightly, 

While  Deva  glides  vocal  in  song, 
As  warm  hearts,  and  gay  feet,  bounding  lightly, 

With  dance  chase  the  moments  along. 
And  more  exquisite  now  is  the  shading, 

From  the  mountain-tops  glistening  in  light, 
To  the  woods'  leafy  hues,  darkly  fading 

In  emerald  shadows  of  night ; 
While  the  corn-fields  lie  far,  golden  beaming, 

'Mid  vineyards  of  purple  spread  bright, 
And  the  streamlet,  that  watereth,  gleaming 

In  sunlight,  as  silver  to  sight ; 
With  gardens  and  orchards  fresh  blooming 

In  varied  profusion  far  hence, 
Their  citron  and  orange  perfuming 

The  breeze,  with  their  honeyed  incense  ; — 


292  P  E  L  A  y  o . 

Till  calm  steals  the  mild,  glowing  evening, 

When  glory  illumes  earth  and  skies, 
As  day,  with  her  gorgeous  train  leaving, 

In  rainbow-hued  west,  sweetly  lies ; 
The  heavens,  all  crimson  in  splendor, — 

Each  object,  fair  rose-tinted  crowned, 
While  the  soul  glows  with  rapture  more  tender, 

Inspired  by  the  Eden  around  ! 
And  clear  flow  the  pure,  sparkling  waters, 

Bespangled  with  myriad  stars  play, 
As  warriors,  with  Spain's  lovely  daughters, 

Entranced  in  their  love-dreams,  now  stray  ; 
While  the  nightingale's  song  to  their  wooing, 

From  her  bower  'mid  the  stately  palm-tree, 
With  the  dove  her  accompaniment  cooing, 

Fill  the  mountain  with  sweet  minstrelsy  ! 

So  merrily  fleet  now,  the  gay  mountain-hours, 
Thro'  valley,  by  brooklet,  mid  wild  forest-flowers  ; 
The  bow,  and  the  line,  and  the  rebeck,  and  song, 
Winging  the  light,  sylvan  moments  along  ; 
The  mimic  tournay  and  bolero's  light  bound, 
The  banquet,  where  glee  and  gay  toast  passes  round, 
The  dance  in  the  grove,  to  the  mandolin's  tone, 
Where  brightly  the  moon,  with  her   starry  train, 
shone 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  293 

O'er  the  fond  whispered  vow,  'neath  the  perfume- 
leaved  bower 

Of  the  jasmine,  and  myrtle,  and  sweet  forest-flower  ; 

While  the  bulbul  still  sings,  from  her  breeze  swaying 
lime, 

Her  rapturous  notes,  that  to  love-pulse  keeps  time. 

The  high  and  the  low,  alike  happy  are  here, 
Afar  from  all  discord,  or  envy,  or  fear ; 
For  the  vassals,  apart,  join  in  seguidille's  song, 
As  the  wild-forest  moments  flit  gayly  along ; 
While  his  love  ditty  carols  the  dark-browed  Moza 
To  his  night-eyed  MuchacJia^  with  tinkling  guitar, 
And  light-hearted  couples,  all  merrily  met, 
Spring  in  boundings  elastic  to  gay  castanet ; 
And  the  dense   chestnut   shade,  and  the   drooped 

citron-bough, 
Shelter  sweet  stolen  kisses,   and    fond    whispered 

vow, — 

Love  reigns  in  cave-royal,  in  valley,  and  grot, 
And  where  is  the  Heaven  where  Love  reigneth  not  ? 


CANTO    XI. 

THEICE  the  moon  hath  risen  now, 

Kissing  fair  Auseva's  brow ; 

Thrice  sweet  evening  dew-drops  rest 

In  the  lily's  chaliced  breast ; 

And  thrice  the  morning  sun  hath  smiled 

Upon  the  opening  blossoms  wild  ; — 

Thrice  the  matin-anthems  ring 

From  joyous  lark  on  dew-tipped  wing, — 

When  Queen,  and  Maiden-flow'rets,  bright 

As  bird  or  blossom  of  the  wild, 
Are  warned  to  plume  their  wings  for  flight 

From  groves  that  have  so  long  beguiled 
Their  souls  in  sweet  Elysium ; 
And  as  the  startling  word  doth  come ; — 
"  When  morning  star  shall  next  arise 
We  leave  our  Mountain-Paradise 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  295 

The  distant  foe  afar  to  seek !  " 
Paled,  suddenly,  each  maiden-cheek  ! 
At  sound  that  flushed  the  warrior-band, 
And  bright  their  patriot  soul-flame  fanned. 
Rejoiced,  they  from  Count  Eudon  learned, 
"  The  foe,  that  for  new  conquest  burned, 
Had  turned  them  toward  the  east  afar" 
When  now  might  rise  Spain 's  morning  star  ! 
Thus  kindly,  Heaven  hath  opened  way, 
Asturia  !  for  thy  dawning  day ! 
Oviedo  !  Leon  !  soon  to  ring 
With  "  Hail  Pelayo,  conquering  King  !  " 

Spake  to  the  band  Pelayo  then, 

"  My  brave  and  true  Asturian  men, 

Raise  now  your  good-swords  yet  once  more 

Upon  fair  Esla's  murm'ring  shore, 

For  lo  !  Count  Eudon  true  doth  bring 

The  Watchword  we  full  soon  shall  ring 

^Neath  Leorfs  rampart  craftily 

As  floors,  from  mountain-victory  ! 

For  little  ken  the  biding  there, 

The  watery  grave  their  brethren  share 

'JSTeath  Deva,  chanting  gay  refrain 

In  joyously  triumphant  strain  ! 


296  PELAYO. 

And  '  Alia  AkbaT  ! '  wide  shall  ope 
Old  Leon's  gates, — that  we  may  cope, 
In  easy  conflict  with  the  Moor, 
Successful  battle — conquest  sure  ! — 
For  Muza  unto  Afric's  sands 
Hath  drawn  his  horde  of  Arab  bands,- 
Thus,  vantage  take  we,  to  regain 
Just  rights  o'er  Leon  and  our  Spain. 
Too  long  our  fair  inheritance 
The  base  foe  hold, — now,  Muza  hence 
In  foreign  wars, — we'll  '  Beard  his  den  • 
To  plant  our  Leon  high  again ! 
Bright  on  the  trampled  soil  of  Spain 
We'll  raise  the  Spanish  throne  again  ; 
And,  through  Favila's  native  line, 
Spain's  royal  sceptre  yet  shall  shine ! 

"  Then  burnish  falchions,  one  and  all, 
Brilliant  to  gleam  at  '  Battle-call,' — 
'  Santiago  !  Leon  !  '  ring  the  cry, 
4  Vengeance  !  for  Spain  we'd  bravely  die  ! ' 
Our  Country's  star  now  riseth  bright ! 
Wanes  low  the  Crescent,  'neath  the  light 
Of  Holy  Cross — right  soon  to  sink 
In  night — while  we  morn's  glory  drink !  " 


F  E  L  A  T  O  .  -  '7 

listened  the  crowd  in  silent  hash, — 
Bat  now  arose  o'er  rock  and  brush, 

Again,  again,  the  cheer peakd out! 
That  told  Pelayo  well  the  tale 
How  strong  the  hearts  of  Deya's  Yak ; 
And  how,  stffl  boldly  strike  would  they. 
When  cated  again  to  battle  fray ! 

Cried  they,  "Viva!  Chieftain!  King!— 

He,  as  Bird  of  JOTC,  shafl  wing 

From  his  eagle  eyrie  height. 

Brightly  now,  victorious  flight,— 

Swooping  o'er  foul  ravens  Tile, 

That,  pofiuting.  dark  defile 

Spain's  pure  homes  and  Cross  of  fight, 

With  their  impious  deeds  of  night! 

'  Ana  AJsbar ! '  shall  unfold 

Leon's  Gates,  to  eons  of  old, 

'ledtoyeff'and'Zefc  cry' — 

Ever  from  Oviedo  die ! 

tt  Lo !  the  avenging  hour  draws  nigh 

When  rooted  Moors  shall  scattered  fly 

From  Christian  walls !  whDe  from  our  home, 

As  Israel's  sons,  no  more  we 

15* 


PEL  AY  O. 

Rejoice  !  brave,  suff'ring  sons  of  Spain  ! — 
Rejoice  !  your  land  ye'll  soon  regain  ! 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  hill-tops  high  ! — 
Spain's  hour  of  glory  draweth  nigh  !  " 

Again  the  shout  rose  far  on  high 
Piercing  the  azure-vaulted  sky  ; 
Again  the  welkin  full  doth  ring 
"  Viva  Pelayo  !  Leon's  King  !  " 
And  quick  the  buckler,  gorget,  shield, — 
And  armor's  suit  for  battle-field, 
Prepare  the  Brave,  whose  mountain-life 
Exempt  had  been  from  garb  of  strife  ; 
For  now  the  'vengeful  hour  draws  nigh, 
Wherein  Spain's  future  fate  doth  lie ; 
And  eager,  sanguine  hope  pervades 
All  hearts  in  mountain-groves  and  glades  ; 
Hope,  with  her  cheering  radiance  blest, 
Doth  soothe  each  fear  of  ill  to  rest, — 
And,  with  contagious  influence,  cast 
Her  rosy  tinge  o'er  forest  vast, 
Inspiring  ardor  freshly  new, 
As  bright  the  future  beams  to  view ! 
And  hast'ning  feet  and  hurried  sound, 
Of  human  voices  echoing  round, 


PELAYO.  299 

Speak  of  the  morrow's  parting-day, — 
The  onward  march, — the  battle-fray. 
With  zeal  renewed,  each  mountaineer 
Glowing  with  hope, — in  happy  cheer, 
Reflecteth  joy  with  kindled  eye, 
As  draws  the  hour  of  battle  nigh ! 

Apart,  the  King  roves  with  his  Bride 
O'er  cherished  scenes  of  mountain-side  ; 
To  ev'ry  grove,  and  stream,  and  dell, 
Bidding  a  sadly-fond  farewell ! 
Sweet  memories,  culling  here  and  there, 
In  leaflet  dear  and  blossom  fair, 
To  breathe  afar  of  bridal  bliss, 
Passed  in  their  forest-wilderness. 

Thus  sped  the  day, — now  in  the  west 
The  crimson  waves  of  sunset  rest, 
When  clear  the  silver  bugle-call 
Rings  out  for  vesper-prayer  to  all, 
Where  Bridal  Yow,  and  Regal  rite, — 
Ovation  passed, — where  now,  this  night, 
Each  shriven, — Blessing  yet  must  fall 
Upon  the  assembled  warriors  all — 
In  that  fair  grove,  whence  they  repair 
For  evening  hymn  and  holy  prayer. 


300  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Again  full  swells  the  solemn  chant, 
While  sunny  beams  fall  bright  aslant 
O'er  infant  head,  and  maiden  tress, 
And  brave  men's  brow,  as  though  to  bless 
All,  in  this  parting,  sacred  hour, 
With  promise  of  God's  loving  power. 

Around  the  Altar  now  doth  stand 

Urban,  with  Prelates  of  the  Band  ; — 

Centerio,  awaiting  there, 

In  holy  rituals  to  share. 

Rev'rent,  amid  the  assembled  host, 

The  King  and  Queen  appear  foremost, — 

And,  ranged  within  the  circles  three, 

As  rank  befits,  the  troops  we  see. 

Pure  lilies,  on  the  Cross  still  shone, — 
Who  will  re-place  when  fair  hands  gone  ? 
Bright  trickles  still  the  silvery  shower 
O'er  Altar's  sides  and  clinging  flower, — 
While  low  before  that  moss-grown  shrine 
The  Regal  couple  now  incline  ; — 
Prayers,  sacred  rites,  fond  Blessing  given,- 
And  Royal  souls  are  fully  shriven. 

With  Crucifix  in  hand  upraised, 

Urban  exclaims, — "  Now  God  be  praised ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  301 

Son  of  a  heroed  race  !  O  King ! 
That  thou,  in  lawful  line,  rnayst  bring 
Unto  the  Royal  throne  of  Spain 
Again  pure  Gothic  blood  to  reign  ; 
Restoring  to  thine  own  their  right, — 
Sceptre  unstained,  and  Cross  of  Light ! — 
God  crown  thee  with  all  blessings  bright ! 
God  bless  thee,  Queen  !  Star  of  our  night ! 
Guide  Thou,  O  Lord !  unto  Spain's  throne, 
The  Royal  pair  we  proudly  own !  " 

To  osier  throne  they  now  are  led, — 
While  still  the  Primate  o'er  each  head 

God's  blessing  prays,  and  in  His  name, 

To  souls  repentant,  grants  the  same. 

And  prayers  Centerio  doth  say — 

Shriven,  assoyled  in  full  are  they, 

The  Band,  who  now  through  twilight  air 

Breathe  forth  their  last,  sweet  vesper-prayer ; — 

And  to  the  influence  of  the  hour 

Their  hearts  attuned,  from  Circlet  Bower, 

With  pensive  thoughts  and  mind  subdued, 
They  wend  their  way  through  forest-wood. 

And  this  the  last,  last  happy  rest 
"Within  Auseva's  shelt'ring  breast ! 


302  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

O  children  !  saddened  now  are  ye, 
Passing  from  stream,  and  flower,  and  tree  ! 
The  dreamy,  ripp'ling,  soothing  stream, 

The  fragrant  mountain-blossoms  bright, 
The  hazel  groves,  where  moonbeams  gleam 

O'er  hearts  all  bathed  in  love's  delight ! 
While  warbles  to  his  own  dear  rose, 

Sweet  bulb ul,  strain  of  pathos  deep, 
That  on  the  soul  entrancing  flows, 

And  senses  in  fair  love-dreams  steep. 
Oh  !  sad  ye  wake  from  sylvan-dreams, 
Where  all  of  joy  and  peace  so  beams, 
To  clash  of  sabre,  battle-day, 
Where  frightful  discord  beareth  sway  ! 
Dream  on, — for  yet  ye'll  wake  to  light, 
To  dawning  day  of  glory  bright ! 
Awake  to  see  the  Crescent  wane 
Beneath  the  Cross  of  rising  Spain ! 


CAKTO    XII. 

FAIR  breaks  the  dawn  in  eastern  skies, 
High  doth  the  lark  toward  heaven  rise. 
Bright  wake  the  souls  of  mountain-band, 
With  forest-birds,  by  zephyrs  fanned, — 
Blusheth  the  day  on  mountain-side, — 
Calm  lie  the  valleys  far  and  wide, — 
And  silence  rests  all  sweetly  still 
O'er  leafy  dale  and  rocky  hill. 

But  up  and  stirring  is  the  camp 
For  onward  march, — for  battle-tramp  ; 
And  maidens,  as  rose-leaves,  unfold 
Their  lily-lids  on  mountain-wold. 

Astir  the  troop  with  ardor's  fire, 
Astir  the  woods'  inspired  choir, 


304:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Astir  fair  maids,  as  gleams  of  light, — 
Astir  each  stream,  in  rippling  bright ; 
And  all  is  life  in  cave  and  vale — 
Donning  of  robe  and  coated-mail, 
And  many  a  matin  briefly  said 
By  warrior  brave,  and  gentle  maid. 

For  they  must  leave  !  and  all  things  bright 
Seem  grieving  o'er  the  mountain  flight ! 
The  lark  arose  with  mournful  cry, — 
The  breeze  seems  murmuring  its  sigh, — 
Deep  shadows  lie  on  mountain-breast, — 
Tremble  the  trees  in  sad  unrest ; — 
Sweet  blossoms  raise  their  eyes  of  light 
Glittering  with  dewy  tear-drops  bright, — 
And  dew-drops,  too,  in  maidens'  eyes, 
As  Angels,  leaving  Paradise ; 
And  brave  knights  turn  with  deep-drawn  sigh 
From  happy  groves  of  trysting,  nigh. 

And  Zillah  bright !  sad  hour  is  this 
That  calls  from  rosy  bower  of  bliss  ! 
From  bird,  and  tree,  and  stream,  and  flower, 
So  cherished  through  Love's  happy  hour  ! — 
And  e'en  the  monarch's  eye  grows  dun 
Turning  from  spot  so  dear  to  him, — 


PELAYO.  305 

Scene  of  his  highest,  greatest  bliss, 
His  Bower  of  Bridal  happiness  ! 
Where,  in  his  hour  of  gloomy  night, 
Beamed  o'er  his  way  his  star  of  light ! 
His  soul  to  cheer,  to  gladden  life 
Through  days  of  peace,  to  battle-strife, — 
When  far  from  pomp  and  state  away, 
Love  reigned  with  free  unfettered  sway, — 
Unfolded  full  his  pinions  white, 
Within  their  breasts,  of  pure  delight. 

And  now,  in  truth,  brief  time  have  they 
In  sacred  grove  High  Mass  to  say  ; — 
But  ere  they  leave,  beneath  pure  Heaven, 
In  Eucharist,  there  solemn  given, 
The  blessed  bread  they  all  partake, — 
And  thus  their  peace  with  Heaven  make, 
The  faithful,  rev'rent,  Christian  flock, 
Low  bending  round  the  Altar-rock. 

Solemn  swells  the  matin  prayer, 
Sweetly  float  on  morning  air 
Parting  strains  of  harmony, 
Minor  notes  of  minstrelsy ! 

Soon,  loud  the  silver  bugle-call 
For  mustering  and  gath'ring  all ! 


306  PELAYO. 

And  quick  appear  'neath  chestnut  tree 
The  "  Flower  of  Spanish  Chivalry." 

The  standard  bearer,  with  his  Leon-fold, 
And  valiant  men,  in  ordered  columns  bold, 
Stand  resolute,  with  hearts'  proud  beat,  j 

Impatient  all  the  foe  to  meet. — 
Proudly  the  war-steed  of  Pelayo  King, 
Tosses  his  rich-maned  head  with  stately  fling, 
Strikes  with  uneasy  hoof  the  mossy  ground, 
And  neighing,  champs  the  bit  and  gazes  round, 
As  he  would  say — "  Now  haste,  the  foe  to  meet, 
Eager  am  I  to  crush  them  'neath  the  feet, — 
To  nobly  bear  my  gallant  Chief  along, 
And  fearless  face  the  invading  turban'd  throng ! " 
And  Gomez  holds  his  master's  lance, 
And  helm,  and  shield,  with  earnest  glance 
Of  loving  zeal,  and  ardent  glow, 
To  meet  again  the  Moslem  foe. 

Now,  with  their  train,  draw  on  apace 
The  King  majestic, — Queen  of  grace, — 
Bright  harbingers  of  brilliant  day, 
Their  only  hope  through  troublous  way. — 
Armed  was  the  Chief,  from  head  to  feet, — 
Accoutred  well,  the  foe  to  meet ; 


PEL  A  TO.  307 

While  burnished  helm,  and  milk-white  plume, 
As  snowy  wreath,  his  brow  illume  ; — 
"  Liege-Ladyes,"  matrons,  maidens  fair, 
With  old  and  young,  are  gathered  there  ; 
And  "  Men  at  Arms,"  with  lance  and  spear, 
Bring  up  the  column's  glittering  rear. 

Xow  on  the  mossy  cliff  they  stand, 
Ready  for  march,  the  accoutred  band  ; — 
And — "  Forward!  " — on  their  way  they  go, 
Winding  the  mounta'in-path  below. 
Fierce  war-steeds  neigh,  to  bugle  blown, 
While  casque,  and  shield,  and  gorget  shone 
Glistening  through  oak  and  hazel  green, 
With  pennons  broad,  of  crimson  sheen ; 
Visor,  and  helm,  and  crest  of  knight, 
With  corslet's  steel,  all  burnished  bright, 
And  battle-axe,  as  silver  now, 
Gleam  through  each  waving  forest-bough. 

With  sad  "  Farewell "  they  turn  from  bowers 

Of  Eden  beauty,  where  fair  flowers 

Of  love  and  joy  had  sweetly  decked 

Their  hearts'  pure  altar,  when,  home-wrecked, 

They  found,  in  mountain-haven  blest, 

A  sanctuary  of  Heavenly  rest, — 


308  PELAYO. 

Within  fair  Nature's  sheltering  arm, 
From  cruel  foes,  a  refuge  calm. 

Thus,  to  notes  of  deep  sadness,  "  Adieu  "  they  now 

sing, 

In  fond,  plaintive  strains  that  with  clear  echoes  ring, 
As  cygnet's  sweet  tone  doth  all  mournfully  swell, 
Its  sad  dirge  at  parting — in  loving  farewell. 


FAREWELL  TO  THE  MOUNTAIN. 

Farewell  to  the  Mountain !  farewell  to  the  grove ! 
No  longer  your  pathways  we  merrily  rove  ! — 
Oh  !  will  ye,  sweet  valleys,  thus  blooming  smile  on, 
When   we,  your   fond   children,  are  far  from  you 
gone? 

No  tear  for  your  loved  ones  !  no  sigh  now  have  ye, 
For  those  who  are  weeping  their  farewell  to  thee  ? 
Bear  ye  no  softer  heart  than  your  white  marble  rock, 
That  may  mourn  for  the  loss  of  your  fair  mountain- 
flock? 

Or  smile  ye  to  comfort  and  cheer  our  sad  way, 
With  hope  of  return,  on  some  bright  future  day 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  309 

With  the  Leon  upraised,  and  the  Spanish  Crown  old 
On  the  brow  of  Pelayo,  to  Auseva's  fold  ? 

Where  children  of  Spain  to  their  mother's  breast 

flocked, 

And  in  her  fair  cradle,  all  gently  was  rocked 
The  infant  of  Freedom, — sweet  Liberty's  child, — 
In  her  Monarchy's  cradle, — the  blest  mountain-wild. 

Oh  !  yes,  when  we've  parted,  ye'll  sigh  in  the  breeze, 

And  murmur  in  streamlet,  and  moan  through  the 
trees ; 

And  your  tears  will  flow  fast  down  your  lone  moun 
tain-side 

For  the  loss  of  your  King  and  his  fairy  Queen-Bride ! 

For  the  light  will  be  gone,  and  the  beautiful  fled, 
And  your  flow'rets,   all   drooping,   will  mournfully 

shed 

Their  tear-drops  of  dew,  and  their  incense  of  grief, — 
While  only  they  bloom  in  the  blessed  belief 

That,  as  morning  re-beams,  after  night's  dreary  hour, 
Their  lights  will  return,  brightly  risen  in  power, 
To   smile   on    their   children,    grove,   blossom,    and 

stream, 
That  lightened  their  sorrows  with  beauteous  beam. 


310  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

And  ne'er  would  we  stray  from  Elysium  so  fair, 
The  hollow  delights  of  a  court-life  to  share, 
But  sad,  captive  brethren,  and  country's  loud  call 
Admonish  that  pleasure  is  not  here  our  all. 

Then,  sweet  Vale  of  Deva,  all  fondly,  fore'er, 
Thy  name  in  our  hearts'  deep  recesses  we'll  bear, — 
And  oft,  to  thy  dear,  precious  bosom  will  flee 
In  annual  pilgrimage  here  unto  thee. 

From  trammels  of  court-life,  and  coffers  of  care, 
To  Nature's  calm  rest,  and  the  wild  woods  repair, — 
In  Nature's  majestic  cathedral  to  raise 
Our  joyful  "  Te  Dmm  "  of  heart  grateful  Praise  ! 

And  young  infant  heroes,  we'll  hither,  too,  bring, 
To  mark  well  Auseva,  whose  valley  did  ring 
With  "  Alia  il  Alia,"  and  wild  "  Techir  yell," 
Covedanga,  where  IshmaTs  dark  Arab-sons  fell ! 

Where  the  Cross  of  Salvation  on  high  shineth  bright, 
Fair  encased  in  our  Syrian  steel-blades  of  light ! 
And  many  a  crescent,  deep  eaten  with  rust, 
'Neath  Christian's  light  tread,  lieth  low  in  the  dust ! 

Yes,  here  often  our  fair  sylvan  court  we  will  hold, 
With  brave  knights,  and   fair  maidens,  in  Druid 
groves  old, 


PELAYO.  311 

Bright  as  Dryad,  or  Oread  nymphs  e'er  were  seen, 
Or  Titania's  fairies  on  mystical  green. 

Now  blossoms  of  brightness  they  lovingly  place 
On  bosoms  as  pure  as  the  flow'rets  that  grace, — 
Memorials,  evermore  fondly  to  wear, 
As  amulet-charm,  from  their  Eden-bowers  fair. 

And  as  our  first  Parents  from  Paradise  bowers, 
Turn  they,  from  the  scene  of  their  past  happy  hours ; 
"  "We  leave  thee  !  we  leave  thee !  "  they  mournfully 

cry — 
"  And  grieve  we !  and  grieve  we !  "   seems  echo's 

reply ! 

And  downward  now  their  course  they  wend, 

Through  winding  paths  and  myrtle  bowers  ; 
Turning  full  oft,  again  to  send 

Yet  one  more  glance,  where  joyous  hours 
Of  untold  happiness  had  fled  ! 
Where,  from  fond  souls,  Love's  ray  had  shed 
Its  halo  o'er  each  blooming  spot, 
Whose  breezes  sigh, — "  Forget  me  not !  " 
To  each  loved  flower,  and  bird,  and  brook, 

Grove,  hill,  and  dreamy  hazel  dell, 
The  heath  blown  cliff,  and  mossy  nook, 

To  all,— a  sadly  fond  fareweU ! 


312  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

A  fair,  goodly  sight  was  that  bold  cavalcade  ! 
King,  Queen,  and  brave  warriors,  and  fair,  gentle 

maid, 
And  grey-beards,  and  matrons,  and  tender  young 

child, 
Priests,    fathers,   and  prelates,   and  grave    bishops 

mild, 

All  mounted,  and  houselled,  and  dight  for  the  way, 
That  leadeth  to  Spain's  happy,  long  promised  day ! — 
Palfrey,  war-steed,  and  mule,  as  in  rank  they  belong, 
Fill  up  the  quaint  whole  of  that  strange,  motley 

throng ! 

The  King,  on  his  charger,  majestic  was  borne, 
With  trappings  that  silver  and  gold  rich  adorn, 
With  the  star  of  his  soul,  his  life's  dearest  delight 
By  his  side,  closely  guarded,  on  palfrey  of  white, 
While  float  her  loose  tresses  as  golden  rays  fair, 
In  bright  sunny  beams,  to  the  fresh  morning  air  ; 
Her  father,  and  Inez,  and  Gomez  all  near, 
Urbino,  Centerio,  "  Liege-ladyes  "  dear. 
Ad'lides,  or  guidesmen,  lead  cautious  advance, 
While  follow  bold  heroes  to  fiery  steeds'  prance  ; 
Severian,  Odear,  Pelistes,  close  seen, 
With  Alphonse   ever  near  his  beloved   King   and 
Queen ; 


PELAYO.  313 

And  liege-men  and  vassals  still  hastening  along, — 
A  loving,  and  ardent,  united  brave  throng ! 
Asturians,  Chieftains,  and  staunch  mountain-band — 
The  saviours  of  Spain, — their  sad,  down-trodden  land  ! 

Thus  winding  the  pathway  that  fair  cavalcade, 
Their  banners  and  pennons  in  sunbeams  displayed, 
While  falchion  and  shield  bears  each  bold  cavalier 
In  radiant  file,  with  the  lance  and  the  spear ; 
And  glisten  their  arms  in  the  morn's  rosy  light, — 
Flash  armor  and  helmet  all  glittering  bright, 
Floats  light  on  the  breeze,  their  white  plumes'  wav 
ing  play, 
As  windeth  the  band  down  its  last  mountain  way. 

14 


CANTO   XIII. 

No  longer  deep  the  bowlder's  shade 
O'er  their  wild  pathway  densely  laid  ; 
But  openings  fair  of  gentle  slope, 
Where  sunny  rays  the  shadows  broke, 
And  glades  of  smiling  light  were  seen 
Spread  bright  in  hues  of  varied  green, 
By  hazel  skirted  rich,  where  twine 
Clematis  and  the  wild-rose  vine  ; 
And  on  the  brooklet's  bosom  play 
Bright  diamond  drops  in  silv'ry  spray, 
Where  droops  the  willow  fair,  to  lave 
Her  tresses  in  the  dancing  wave  ; 
And  aspens  bend  in  quiv'ring  beam 
With  waving  grace  to  sip  the  stream  ; 
While  on  her  sparkling  current's  play, 
Floats,  now  and  then,  a  blossom  stray, 
That,  bending  from  its  sylvan  nook 
To  steal  one  dew-drop  from  the  brook, 


P  K  L  A  Y  O  .  315 

Drawn  from  its  peaceful  home  away 
O'er  depths  where  smiling  sunbeams  play, 
Is  borne  upon  the  rolling  tide 
In  merry,  floating,  dancing  glide  ; 
Till  now,  where  swifter  current  flows, 
The  flow'ret  on  its  bosom  glows, 
Far  from  its  sister  blossoms  dear 
Sad  drifting  off  toward  waves  of  fear, 
Where,  'mid  the  foaming  torrent's  leap, 
'Tis  lost  beneath  the  whirling  deep  ! — 
And  such  is  wrongful  Pleasure's  wile, 
That,  falsely  luring,  doth  beguile 
The  pure  young  soul  to  gently  sip 
Her  beaming  cup, — ere  long  to  dip 
Farther  and  deeper  still  in  sin, 
Till  waves  of  vice  the  frail  one  win 
To  waters  dark,  where,  misery  tossed, 
That  spirit  pure,  at  length, — is  lost ! 

Thus  many  a  forest  stream  they  past, 

And  many  a  leafy  dale, 
In  windings  of  the  mountain  vast 

Through  Deva's  quiet  vale  ; 
Streams,  whose  clear  waters  sparkling  bright 

From  depths  of  untold  purest  ore, 


316  PEL  A  TO. 

.  Roll  up  their  golden  sands  to  light 
In  glitt'ring  waves,  upon  the  shore.  • 

Still  guideth  e'er  the  King  his  Bride 

In  gentle  pace  close  by  his  side, 

With  loving  word  and  tender  gaze, 

Through  rocky  steep  and  flowery  maze. — 

"  Light  of  my  way !  how  glows  my  soul 

With  rapture's  fire,  that  to  the  goal 

Of  earthly  life,  in  thy  dear  smile 

I  may  each  care  and  grief  beguile  ! 

Thus  quaffing  joy-beams  from  thine  eyes — 

Mine  angel  strayed  from  Paradise  ! 

To  whose  fair  gates,  thou,  Star  of  light 

'Mid  sea  of  storms  in  threat'ning  night ! 

Wilt  cheer  with  ever  constant  ray, 

As  hast  thou,  love,  since  that  bright  day 

When  first  thou  blest  my  weary  path — 

My  sun-beam  !  'mid  dark  scenes  of  wrath." 

"  Content  am  I,"  sweet  murmured  she, 

"  Angelic,  e'er  to  seem  to  thee  ; 

But  Cupid  sure  hath  charmed  thee  blind, 

In  me,  Celestial  bride  to  find ! 

In  sooth,  thine  eyes  I  would  not  ope 

My  faults  to  see, — but  ever  hope 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  317 

To  be,  whate'er  thou  deemest  right, 

And  through  thy  praise  become  more  bright 

In  all  of  good,  in  all  of  true, — 

To  be,  all  that  I  seem,  to  view ; 

And  prove  thy  star  of  joy  thus  e'er, — 

Thy  griefs  dispel,  or  fondly  share. — 

If  love  alone  may  gild  thy  way, 

'Twill  beam  effulgent  as  the  day 

Through  my  heart's-flame, — that  ever  burns 

Alone  for  thee, — to  thee  e'er  turns  ; 

For  as  the  sunshine  of  my  soul 

Art  thou  to  me  !  my  joy,  the  whole, — 

As  flower,  I  live  within  thy  light, — 

Apart  from  thee,  must  die  'neath  blight 

Of  hapless  misery  and  woe ! 

And  thus,  I  tremble  much  to  know 

Again  from  me  thou  turn'st  away, 

Thy  life  to  risk  in  battle-fray ! 

Oh  !  what  this  blooming  earth  to  me, 

Or  scarcely  Heaven  afar  from  thee  ! — 

A  darkened  planet, — sphere  of  night, — 

Without  thy  rays  of  loving  light !  " 

"  Xe'er  could  I  hide,  sweet  Bride  !  from  thee, 
The  joy  thy  words  impart  to  me  ! 


318  PELAYO. 

For  I  would  be  the  ray,  the  sun 
My  Flower  should  seek, — her  only  one. 
But  still,  must  e'er  my  precious  Dove 
Remember  there  is  One  above 
Who,  list'ning  to  the  raven's  cry, 
Will  never  pass  my  dove-cote  by ! — 
Or  darkly  frown  on  birdling  there, 
To  droop  her  pinions,  pure  and  fair, 
With  anguished  grieving  for  lost  mate, — 
Leaving  her  widowed,  desolate  ! 
For  God  hath  still  a  work  to  do, 
His  Wisdom  great,  will  carry  through ; 
And  I,  his  humble  instrument, 
Must  bide  until  my  summons  sent ; 
And  thou,  an  arrant  coward  one 
To  weep  ere  Heaven  high  hath  won 
For  us  our  Cross, — her  throne  for  Spain, 
And  sacred  wall  and  tower  again ; 
And  thou,  Queen  of  my  life  and  soul ! 
With  me,  attain  the  highest  goal 
Of  earthly  honor,  human  power, — 
Our  heritage,  of  regal  dower ! 
Then,  daughter  of  a  noble  race  ! 
Quick  ev'ry  recreant  tear-drop  chase, 
And  summon  back  the  radiant  smile, 
That  doth  my  every  care  beguile." 


PELAYO.  319 

In  converse  fond  thus  journey  they 

TTith  unremitting,  rapid  speed, 
Where  Sella's,  Ana's  waters  play, 

And  tributary  streams,  that  feed 
Deva's  and  Ova's  rushing  tide, 
And  Asta,  that  doth  sparkling  glide 
Far  to  the  deep  blue  western  sea, 
Toward  rolling  wares  of  majesty. 

And  deem  not  we,  our  Pair,  I  trow, 
The  only  hearts  that  loving  bow 
Beneath  the  sway  of  Cupid's  bow 
In  rapturous  and  tender  glow  ! 
For  brave  knights  guide  with  mailed  glove 
The  palfrey-reins  of  "  Ladye  Love," 
And  bright,  from  eyes  of  fair  ones,  glance, 
Rays,  that  all  powerful  as  the  lance, 
Pierce  keenly,  closely  armored  breast, 
To  leave  the  dart  therein  to  rest ! 
A  hopeless  wound,  all  deeply  sure, 
That  cunning  skill  may  never  cure  ! 
And,  as  the  badge  of  conquered  heart, 
Each  wariior  bears  in  loving  part, 
His  "  Ladye's  Favoure  "  there  as  crest' 
Upon  the  war-plate  of  his  breast. 


PEL  AYO. 

Not  merciless,  fair  tyrant  foe  ! — 
But  deign  to  soothe  the  heart-felt  woe 
Of  fallen  knight  within  her  power, 
Ere  yet  the  grievous  parting  hour  ; 
For  know  they  not  how  next  they  meet,- 
In  Coat  of  Mail,  or  Winding  Sheet ! 
Thus,  fondest  vows  are  fully  made 
In  wand'rings  through  the  forest-shade. 

Thus  wend  they  all  their  way  along, 
In  gay  discourse, — with  gentle  song 
Of  cheering  strain,  or  olden  tale, 
As  pass  they  from  the  Mountain-vale. 
And  bright  the  wild-rose  twineth  now 
Acacia  hedge  and  hazel  bough ; 
While  sweet  the  warbling  linnet's  lay 
Enlivens  through  the  live-long  day. 

And  here  beams  dawning  happiness  ! 
For  Hope  has  raised  her  light,  to  bless 
With  promise  bright  of  liberty, 
And  thus  all  passes  cheerily ; — 
On  rosy  wings,  to  sanguine  hearts 
The  moments  flit ; — with  passing  fear, 
Returning  peace  gleams  forth  again, 
O'er  vineyard,  olive-grove,  and  plain,— 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  321 

Hope  smileth  now,  while  fading  grief 
Dissolves  as  mist,  or  snowy  wreath, 
Beneath  her  sunny  influence  bright 
To  bathe  all  nature  fair  in  light. 

And  clear  glistening  Asta,  as  morning  doth  wake, 

Shines  bright  in  the  sun's  glancing  play, 
That  kisses  her  bosom's  blue  shimmering  break 

'Mid  flashes  of  diamond  spray. 
And  hamlet,  and  villa,  and  castellate  towers, 

Kest  dreamy  in  Morn's  gentle  ray, 
While  lustrous  green  meadows,  and  rich  ilex  bowers, 

Beam  fair  in  the  blushing  of  day. 
Through  winding  moss-paths,  hedged  with  pomegra 
nate's  glow, 

And  dense  olive-woods,  does  their  way  blithely  go  ; 
Where  vineyards  o'er  valley  and  hill  spread  to  view, 
With  glimpsing  cortijos*  of  white  peeping  through  ; 
While  vintagers  busy  are  culling  in  glee 
The  clear,  purple  pendants,  as  picture  to  see, 
When  droop  the  rich  clusters  from  basketed  head 
Of  vintner,  returning  with  firm,  graceful  tread. 

Thus  day  passes  brightly  to  travellers  now, 
As   wind   they  'neath   myrtle   and  broad   chestnut 
bough, 

*  Farmhouse. 
U* 


322  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

With  occasional  rest  in  the  calm  citron  bowers, 
And  fruit  to  refreshen  the  long  journeyed  hours — 
For  berries  or  fruit  surely  lack  they  not  here, 
Where  temptingly  glow  they  forever  quite  near  ; 
And  pure  gushing  rills  in  the  sun's  merry  shine, 
To  freshen  and  gladden  still  sweeter  than  wine. 

As  eve  draws  apace,  and  gray  shades  of  the  west 
Are  length'ning,  more  brightly  the   scene   still  is 

drest ; 

In  fair  sunset  beauty  all  glowing  the  plain 
With  waving  spread  carpet  of  rich  golden  grain, 
Groves  of  tig,  lime,  and  citron,  with  orange  buds 

white, 

Pomegranate,  deep  blushing  in  crimsoning  light ; 
The  shimmering  aspen,  date,  almond-tree  seen 
All  smiling  arrayed  in  the  rare  sunset-sheen. 

Bright  riseth  now  the  evening  star, 
While  sinks  the  western  sun  afar ; 
On  homeward  way,  the  muleteer 
Whistles  o'er  hill  in  merry  cheer  ; 
And  peasants  blithe,  and  goat-herds  gay 
Return  from  well-spent  laboring  day  ; 
And  Spaniards  breathe  all  newly  free 
In  hope  of  speedy  liberty  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  323 

And  light  mantilla's  graceful  spread 
Falls  o'er  Muchacha's*  braided  head, 
As  fondly  now  she  hastes  to  meet 
Her  lover,  'neath  the  acacia  sweet. 

And  oft,  clear  ripp'ling  streams  they've  passed, 

And  oft  a  sunny  dale, 
Since  Deva's  waters  gleamed  their  last 

From  out  her  lovely  vale  ; 
"While  orange  grove,  and  fruited  tree, 

And  teeming  blossomed  vine, 
Still  ever  gladden  cheerily 

Their  road's  extended  line. 

Again  they  rest,  as  sunbeams  fade, 

'Xeath  chestnut's  calm  repose, 
Where  nestles  sweetly  in  the  glade, 

The  violet  with  the  rose. 
Again  the  mossy  bank's  gay  cheer, 

WTiere  pears,  bright  cherries  shine 
From  orchards  richly  laden  near, 

With  fruit  of  drooping  vine  ; — 
Their  panniers,  gen'rous  stored,  full  rife, 

With  all  collation's  share, 

*  Peasant  girl. 


324  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

And  thus,  in  merry  wild-wood  life, 
Partake  they  sylvan  fare. 

Now,  all  refreshed,  again  they  rise, 

Their  journey  to  resume  ; 
While  lightly  gay  each  moment  flies, 

That  love  and  joy  illume, — 
Through  woods  and  where  the  brooklets  trill, 

O'er  purple  heath,  their  way, 
With  unslacked  speed,  they  onward  still, 

Till  twilight  fair  doth  lay 
Her  gentle  mantle  o'er  the  land 

With  soothing  influence  blest, — 
Her  fresh'ning  breezes,  soft  and  bland, 

On  soul  and  brow  to  rest. 
The  hour  of  holy  vesper  calm, 
When  evening  dew's  inspiring  balm 
Bathes  leaf  and  flower, — as  doth  the  soul 
Angelic  influence'  sweet  control, — 
The  hour,  when  sacred  vespers  call 

The  soul  to  commune  with  its  God  ; — 
But  on  the  ear  no  bell  doth  fall, 

No  sound,  save  steed's-tramp  o'er  the  sod, 
Or  rushing  sweep  of  feathered  wing, — 

In  forest-bird's  swift  darting  flight, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  325 

That  buzzing  past  the  ear  doth  ring, 
Toward  sheltered  nest  in  wild  affright 

Lest  strange  invaders  seek  his  home, 
His  dear  ones  drive  from  rest  secure, 

All  shelterless  the  wild  to  roam, — 
As  Christians — scattered  by  the  Moor. 

And  though  no  altar  now  have  they 
Round  which,  on  bended  knee,  to  pray, 
To  starry  heav'ns  they  lift  their  eyes, 
Where  myriad  orbs  of  glory  rise, 
And  breathe  their  Aves  sweet,  that  float 
On  evening  breeze,  in  chanted  note, 
Through  boundless  space  of  azure  fair, 
To  Heaven  as  incense  rising  there ; 
While  calm  the  silvr'y  moon  her  light 
Now  sheds  to  cheer  the  wanderers'  sight, 
O'er  glist'ning  armor's  steel  to  play 
In  softly  glancing,  mellow  ray. 

And  through  the  eve  still  hasten  they 
With  quick'ning  speed,  their  way  along, 

Bright  fire-flies  sparkling  in  their  way, 
The  bulbul  cheering  with  her  song  ; 

Till  now  the  Convent's  cross  they  spy 
Near — rising  in  the  soft  moonlight 


326  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

From  hazel  grove,  where  calm  doth  lie 

That  hermitage, — oasis  bright 
To  weary  souls,  and  weary  head, 

That  fain  would  rest  from  lengthened  way, 
With  unremitting  ardor  sped 

Throughout  fatiguing  journey's  day. 

List !  clear  from  out  that  dreamy  dell 

The  echoing  tones  of  midnight  bell ! 

Naught  breaking  else  the  stillness  sweet, 

Of  monastery's  blest  retreat. 

And  here,  calm  refuge  now  must  find 

Maid,  matron,  infant,  left  behind 

To  await  the  band's  advancing  stroke, 

That  soon  shall  break  the  Moslem  yoke, 

And  open  Leon's  portals  wide, 

To  ushur  in,  with  loving  pride, 

The  fair,  and  innocent,  and  bright, 

To  fully  reinstated  right. 

The  silence  of  that  midnight  hour 

Lay  as  a  spell  on  grove  and  bower, — 

And  on  the  souls  of  all  most  blest, 

In  this  calm  sanctu'ry  of  rest. 

~Now  enter  they  the  convent  hall 
As  friars  pass  to  midnight  prayer ; 


PEL  A  TO.  327 

And,  greetings  passed,  join  one  and  all 

In  altar's  orisons  to  share, — 
"  Te  Deum  "  and  "  Laudamm  "  sing, 

For  God's  great  mercies  to  their  Band, 
Through  perils  all, — Who  saved  their  King 

To  raise  again  their  fallen  Land. 

And  soon  the  welcome  cheer  is  spread 

Upon  the  friar's  oaken  board, 
Where  Royal  Pair  and  suite  are  led,— 

While  all  the  mountain  horde 
Are  well  supplied  in  kindly  care, 
And  lib'ral,  with  the  choicest  fare 
That  fills  the  larder  of  the  good 
And  Reverend,  Holy  Brotherhood. 

Xow,  "  Fathers,"  eager  list  the  tale 

Of  Christian  conquest  in  the  Yale 

Of  Deva  fair,  whose  crystal  flood 

All  purple  grew  with  Moorish  blood ; 

And  of  the  coming  battle-fray, — 

How,  Muza  having  far  away 

To  Eastern  shores  his  Host  now  sent, 

On  farther  conquest  fiercely  bent, 

The  hour  for  vengeance  full  arrived  ! 

Each  soul  prepared,  assoyled,  and  shrived, — 


328  PELAYO. 

The  Pass-word  theirs,  that  wide  shall  swing 
Old  Leon's  Gates,  with  "  AJcbar  "  ring 
To  open  to  the  Christian  throng 
The  portals  of  her  rampart  strong ; — 
Where,  once  within  those  walls,  full  sure 
Destruction  to  the  Invading  Moor ! 
And  Hope  smiles  o'er  the  cheerful  board, 

And  Hope  smiles  o'er  the  vassals  all ; 
Hope  whispers, — Soon  shall  fall  the  horde, 

And  Spain  arise  from  tyrant  thrall ! 

Now  weary  ones  seek  night's  repose, 

For  at  the  morrow's  dawning  hour 
Depart  the  Brave,  to  seek  their  foes — 

To  fell  the  Usurper  in  his  power ; — 
Leaving  them  there, — Fair,  Weak,  and  Dear,- 

Within  the  monastery  fold, 
Safe  from  all  harm,  or  chance  of  fear, — 

With  friars  grave  and  fathers  old. 

"Not  free  from  grief  each  gentle  heart, — 
Not  free  from  care  each  Warrior  bold, — 

Thus  from  his  Loved  and  Fair  to  part ; — 
To  loose  the  white  arms'  twining  fold, 

Deeming,  perchance  'tis  now  the  last 

Ere  Death  his  cold  embrace  shall  give ! — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  329 

For  who  may  say, — Through  perils  vast — 
Through  conflict  dire — safe  shall  I  live  ? 
But  sleep  at  length  falls  o'er  pure  brow 
That  on  brave  bosom  resteth  now ; 
And  slumber  sweet  doth  for  a  while, 
Oblivious,  warrior  souls  beguile ; 
"Wrapped  in  their  dreams  of  varied  hue, — 
Mazes  of  chequered  web,  wrought  through, — 
"  Love, — partings  sad, — and  grief, — and  fight, — 
Vict'ry  ! — return  !  " — they  pass  the  night ; 
Till  full,  clear  tones  of  matin-bell 
A  double  summons  startling  tell ! 
And  trembling  pulse,  and  heart's  quick  beat, 
Speak  of  the  moments  passing  fleet, 
Ere  severed,  hearts  of  love  and  fear, 
For  all  on  earth, — or  bright  or  drear ! — 
Perchance  for  woe !  perchance  for  weal ! — 
Sad !  sad  rang  out  that  matin  peal ! 

Brief  moments,  ere  mom's  dawning  ray 

Piercing  aslant  the  oriel  pane, 
In  varied  hues  prismatic  lay 

On  suppliant  forms,  low  bowed  again 
Around  the  holy  chancel's  pale, 

The  Prelate's  blessing  to  receive, 


330  PELAYO. 

With  prayers  that  God  will  never  fail, 
Or  in  their  coming  peril  leave 

His  children,  struggling  for  their  Cross, 
Their  Land,  and  Homes  again, 

And  guard  and  save  them  each  from  loss, 
And  raise  their  trampled  Spain. 

Now  the  King  before  the  crowd 
Raises  clear  his  voice  aloud : — 
"  Asturians !  Spaniards !  Christian  men ! 
Heroes  of  Covadonga's  glen ! 
Yet  again  your  arms  ye  rise 
For  your  Land,  that  darkened  lies 
'Neath  the  yoke  of  foreign  power, 
Waiting  for  the  coming  hour, 
Freighted  with  the  zeal  inspired 
That  hath  erst  your  valor  fired ! 
Biding  for  the  blow  to  fall, — 
At  the  '  Leon  battle-call,' — 
That  shall  break  her  heavy  chain, 
Bringing  freedom,  peace  again, 
To  each  altar,  home,  and  wall ! — 
Liberty  and  joy  to  all! — 
Well  and  nobly  have  ye  fought ! 
Bravely,  on  our  Xeres'  plain  ! 


PELAYO.  331 

Eager,  e'en  with  life  'twere  bought, 
Bold  to  strike  for  Cross  and  Spain ! 

"  Onward !  in  the  name  of  God ! 
For  your  Cross  and  native  sod ! 
He  who  face,  doth  forward  fall, 
We  will  bear  his  earth-sins  all." 

Xow  the  Bishop  chant eth  Mass, 
Ere  to  combat  dire  they  pass  ; 
Shriven  and  assoyled  are  they, — 
Houselled,  for  the  battle-fray ! 


CANTO    XIV. 

OH  !  sad  were  the  partings  and  bitter  the  tears, 

Of  the  brave  and  the  lovely,  'mid  hopes  and  'mid 

fears ! — 
And  in  calm  hazel  grove,  'neath  the  green  myrtle 

bower, 

Severed  fond  Royal  lovers  at  morn's  blushing  hour ; 
Close  clasped  to  that  heart  where  the  fair  silken  tress 
Still  lay  as  his  amulet  ever  to  bless, 
His  charm  and  his  guard  from  each  ill  and  each  foe, 
That  tress  from  his  Angel  of  earth  here  below — 
Fair  Zillah,  his  blessing,  his  star-light  of  life ! 
With  heart  strung  to  terror  at  near  coming  strife  ! 
And  heaven-hued  orbs  gazing  deep  in  his  own, 
All  anguished,  from  lids  where  the  welling  tears 

shone, — 

Sad  moaning,  'mid  sobbing  of  grief's  bitter  flow : — 
"  Pelayo !  my  life-pulse ! — Oh !  bitter  the  woe 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  333 

That  bears  thee  again  from  my  gaze  far  away, 
To  peril  thy  life  in  the  wild  hateful  fray !  *  *  * 
Oh  !  thine  honor  is  precious, — thy  fame  dear  to  me  ! 
But  rather  the  flower-decked  '  Muchacha '  I'd  be, 
With  thee,  Love,  as  Muzo,*  in  rustic-life  wed, 
Than  a  thorn-woven  diadem  piercing  my  head,— 
For  each  hour  we  are  severed  is  thorn-fraught  to 

me, — 

No  blossom,  thou  absent,  in  life  I  may  see, — 
But  trembles  with  terror,  thy  sad,  drooping  bride, 
Each  moment,  when  parted,  dear  love!    from  thy 

side ! " 

"  Oh !  speak  thus  forever,  my  loved  one !  "  he  sighed ; 
"My  soul's    star!    my  blessing!    my  Heaven-sent 

bride ! 

Thus  ever,  for  aye,  would  I  still  be  the  light 
To  illumine  thy  soul  and  dispel  sorrow's  night ! 
But  cheer  thee,  mine  Angel !  my  star-light  of  hope ! 
For  easy  the  battle  thine  own  Love  shall  cope, — 
Ay,  easy  the  conquest  and  brilliant  the  hour 
That  shall  crush  the  dark  yoke  of  the  stern  Moslem 

power ; 

And  better  by  far,  love,  thou  know'st  it  to  be, 
That  Christians  should  conquer  and  Spaniards  be  free ; 

*  A  Peasant. 


334:  p  E  L  A  y  o . 

And  them,  bearing  roseate  crown,  my  brave  Queen, 
The  sceptre  should  wield  of  sweet  Love's  purest 

sheen ; — 

That  we  'neath  Love's  diadem  calmly  should  glide 
Down  the  stream  of  our  fortune,  all  wisely  to  guide 
The  helm  of  our  country, — lead  ever  through  love 
Our  nation  in  peace  to  the  bright  realms  above, 
Than  '  Muzo,  MuchachaJ  all  useless  to  be 
In  sphere  never  marked  for  our  high  destiny, 
While  Spain,  our  loved  Spain,  in  her  chains  lying  low, 
Her  Christians  a  scoff  to  the  impious  foe  !  —  " 

"  Kay !  glory  I,  love,"  doth  she  fondly  exclaim, 

"  Full  well  in  thine  own  and   our  dear  country's 

fame, — 

And  so  Heaven  in  mercy  but  spareth  thy  life, 
I'll  bravely  still  bid  thee—'  God-speed '  to  the  strife !  " 

"  God  bless  thee  !  God  bless  thee  !  my  brave  one ! " 

he  cried, — 

"  God  bless  thee !    God  bless  thee ! n   she  sadly  re 
plied  ; — 

One  close-clinging  kiss,  one  heart-pressed  embrace, — 
Fond  kisses  again  on  that  tear-bedewed  face, — 
And  Zillah, — poor  Zillah !  is  weeping  alone ! — 
The  light  of  her  life  now  departed,  and  gone ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  335 

Half  fainting,  she  lies  on  the  mossy  bank  there, — 
'Mid  flow'rets, — a  sad  stricken  lily, — as  fair  ! 

Soon  mounted,  the  King,  with  his  brave  Christian 

throng, 

From  the  court  of  the  convent  now  moveth  along ; 
The  Royal  and  Bold,  stanch  to  "  Beard  in  their  den  " 
The  Moslem-Invaders  and  fierce  Arab-men. 

Forth  they  pass  in  glitt'ring  file, — 
Falling  on  them  now  the  while 
Loving  glance  from  mournful  eyes 
Where  the  glist'ning  tear-drop  lies. 
Sad,  her  bower  of  myrtle  through, 
Zillah  doth  the  cortege  view ; 
Hanks  of  burnished  armor's  sheen, 
Sad  beholds,  through  branches  green, 
As  their  lightening  flashes  broke 
Through  the  waving  elm  and  oak, 
Gleaming  on  her  pure  young  brow, 
Blanched  with  grievous  terror  now ! — 
Snowy  plume  and  helmet-crest, 
Honor's  star,  on  knightly  breast, — 
Dazzling  streams  of  lance  and  spear, 
Glist'ning  in  the  sun-light  clear. 


336  PELAYO. 

Most  noble,  'mid  the  gallant  throng, 
Her  Royal  Chief, — borne  proud  along 
On  Rod'rick's  charger,  happily  found 
Wand'ring  over  Xeres'  battle-ground, 
And  led  unto  the  convent-glen, — 
Sad  relic  to  her  Holy  men ! 
Who  gently  tend  the  steed  forlorn 
That  mortal  since  hath  never  borne 
Until  this  morn,  when  liege-men  lead 
Unto  their  Chief  the  noble  steed, — 
And  to  the  King  of  Leon's  line 
The  royal  charger  thus  resign. 

'Twould  seem  he  felt  his  master's  race  !- 
Arching  his  neck,  with  martial  pace 
So  proudly  leading  forth  his  way, 
As  fierce  again  for  battle-fray. 
Majestic,  sooth,  the  war-horse  trod, 
As  deeming  that  he  bore  some  god 
Of  earth,  or  kingly  hero  bold, 
As  erst  he  moved,  in  times  of  old ! 
For  thus,  through  many  a  battle-day, 
Don  Rod'rick  bore  he,  'mid  the  fray, — 
His  regal  master,  grand  to  sight ! 
Through  oft-repeated,  deadly  fight, — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  337 

With  curving  neck,  and  milk-white  mane, 
And  tossing  head,  that  all  marked  well, 

So  proud  on  Xeres'  battle  plain, 
Until  his  Royal  master  fell ! 

And  then,  alas !  'neath  fortune's  frown, 

He  laid  him  by  that  master  down ! 

At  length  by  Christian  sons  was  found 

That  Royal  form,  sad  wand'ring  round ! 

With  grief,  Pelayo's  heart  had  bled 

When  thus  to  him  the  steed  was  led, — 

Poor  relic  of  Don  Roderick's  pride, 

Last  seen  by  Chrysus'  crimson  tide ! 

Exclaimed  he  then  : — "  Poor,  faithful  steed  ! 

The  kingly  hand,  that  erst  did  feed 

And  cherish  thee, — oft  led  thee  on 

To  conflict's  field, — is  powerless, — gone ! 

But  fear  thou  not — still,  master  kind, 

And  tender  care  thou  yet  shalt  find, — 

My  brave  Orelia !  noble  steed ! 

That  proved  so  true  in  hour  of  need  !  " 

As  though  his  words  the  charger  knew, 
All  fondly  closer  still  he  drew, 
And  on  the  shoulder  of  the  King 
His  head  reclined,  sad  whinnying. 
15 


338  PELAYO. 

And  now,  lie  proudly  bears  again 
A  King,  to  combat  for  his  Spain ! 
And  as  of  old,  breaks  spirit  high 
In  prancing  hoof  and  fire-lit  eye. 


"  My  love !  my  life ! "  exclaimed  the  Queen, 
As  gallant  passing,  thus  was  seen, 
Her  Lord  and  Chief  to  peril  dire, — 
To  rouse  the  sleeping  tiger's  ire ; — 
"  Grant,  grant  thy  war-trained  steed  may  bear 
Thee  safely  through  the  battle's  share, 
And  speed  thee  to  mine  arms,  sweet  life ! — 
Safe,  safe,  from  horrid  combat's  strife ! 
Nor  masterless  again  return ! 
O  God !  let  not  that  sight  e'er  burn 
"Within  mine  heart, — within  my  brain ! 
Better,  by  far,  I  lifeless  lain 
Amid  the  cold  and  silent  dead, 
Than  thus,  the  vulture  Grief  be  fed 
Hourly, — forever,  on  the  heart ! 
Fore'er  to  pierce, — the  poisoned  dart ! 
Crushing  all  hope,  and  joy,  and  light, 
In  one  long,  hideous,  frightful  night 
Of  wild  despair,  and  icy  gloom ! — 
Better,  by  far,  the  silent  tomb ! 


PELAYO.  339 


"  What  meaneth  now  this  holy  calm ! — 
As  though  my  soul  were  bathed  in  balm 
Of  rarest  bliss, — or  Influence  blest 
As  foretaste  of  Celestial  rest, — 
That  soothing  fears,  allaying  grief, 
Bears  radiant  Hope  to  my  relief! 
List !  strains  angelic  sweetly  ring  ! — 
Soft  in  mine  ear  a  voice  doth  sing, — 
'  Calm  now  thy  grief — cease  every  fear, 
The  Angel  bright  of  Peace  draws  near, — 
God  will  preserve  thy  Love  and  King, — 
God  to  thine  arms  will  surely  bring 
Thy  conq'ring  Hero  safe  again, 
Victorious,  long  with  thee  to  reign ! ' ' 

Bright  the  train  still  wendeth  way 
In  the  rising  light  of  day, — 
Hopeful,  Zillah's  glances  rest 
On  her  Chieftain-hero  blest ; 
Martial  music  fills  the  air, 
Greeting  ears  of  distant  Fair, 
Waking  songsters  of  the  grove 
To  their  matin-hymns  of  love. 


34:0  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Winding  thus  they  onward  pass 
Through  fresh  groves  and  heather  grass ; 
Snowy  plumes  wave  in  the  wind, — 
Leon's  banner,  unconfined ! 
Glitter  casque,  and  helm,  and  shield, 
Gorget,  falchion,  "  Argent  field ; " — 
Farther,  farther  on  they  wend, — 
Still  their  gleams  of  glory  send 
To  the  Loved, — till  searching  eye 
Scarce  may  now  the  Brave  descry, — 
Fading,  fading  from  the  sight, 
As  the  stars  in  clouds  of  night, 
Waning,  waning  from  the  view 
As  the  distance  farther  grew ; — 
Glitt'ring  here  and  glimm'ring  there, — 
Now  all  lost, — again  to  glare 
Bright  in  transient,  fitful  sheen, 
As  lightning  flashes  distant  seen, — 
And  all  is  dark, — all  passed  away ! 
From  lance,  or  shield, — no  glimm'ring  ray ! 

Thus  fadeth  Hope's  sustaining  beam 
To  mortals  struggling  on  Life's  way ; — 

Shines  full  her  light  with  brilliant  gleam 
'When  first  doth  open  human-day ; — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

But  cares  come  gath'ring  one  by  one, 

And  dark'ning  shadows  fall, 
While  fitful  gleams  Hope's  cheering  sun, 

Till  fade  her  fair  beams  all ! 
Crushing  the  light  from  anguished  heart, — 

Sad  struggling, — tempest  tossed, 
Until  Hope's  silver-chain  doth  part, — 

Storm-wrecked, — her  anchor  lost ! 
When  sinketh  down  that  soul  to  die ! 

"  Turned  face  unto  the  wall !  " 
The  weary  frame  o'er  soon  to  lie 

Beneath  the  sable  pall ! 

The  morning  breeze  comes  freshly  now, 

Bearing  rare  odors  from  sweet  bowers, 
Bathing  each  brave  and  noble  brow 

With  dew  exhaled  from  opening  flowers  ; 
And  with  the  sun,  rise  spirits  bright, 
Dispelling  anxious  fears  of  night ; 
And  with  the  feathered  choir,  each  heart 
In  joyous  anthems  carols  part. 
Lighter  their  steps,  with  sanguine  hope, 

To  buoyant  heart-throbs'  cheerful  beat, 
That  conq'ring  warfare  they  shall  cope — 

Victorious,  the  Moslem  meet ! 


342  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Thus,  with  untiring  speed,  the  band 

Pursue  their  onward  way 
Through  forest  dense  and  vintage  land, 

Where  plains  extended  lay 
Purple  with  fragrant  thyme  and  heath, 

And  lanes,  gay  hedged  along 
With  sweet-brier  rose  in  twining  wreath, 

Where  oriole's  warbling  song 
Wake  feelings  now  of  pensive  mood, 

While  muse  they  on  the  fond, 
The  gentle,  beautiful,  and  good, 

Sad  grieving  far  beyond  ; 
And  many  a  heartfelt  sigh  is  given, 

And  many  a  soul-fraught  prayer — 
That  earthly  ties  may  not  be  riven, 

Kind  Heaven  still  longer  spare 
Each  to  his  loved,  while  life  beams  bright, 

And  hearts  with  love-pulse  beat, — 
That,  victors,  they  return  in  might, — 

The  dear  ones  all  to  meet. 

And  many  a  purling  brook  they  cross, 
And  many  a  merry  stream, — 

Pionia,  rushing  in  her  course, — 
Ova,  and  Tua's  gleam, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  343 

In  trilling  water's  vocal  chant, 

Gay  babbling,  dancing  on, 
Till  stays  the  deer  in  timorous  pant 

To  list  their  lulling  song, — 
Laves  bathingly  his  antlered  head, 

And  quaffs  the  waters  clear, 
Starting,  with  wild  affright  and  dread, 

As  arnied-men  draw  near, 
To  leap  within  the  refuge  dense, 

That  wild  palmettos  yield, 
Where  instinct  and  untutored  sense 

Doth  teach,  is  guard  and  shield. 

Now  dark  sierra's  fading  line, 
Dim  the  horizon  doth  define, — 
And  near  they  Auria's  hapless  site, — 
Auria,  consumed  in  horrid  night ! — 
After  long  leagues  of  weary  way 
Her  ruins  dark,  before  them  lay  ; 
And  soon  they,  reach  the  Minho's  tide, 
Whose  rushing  stream  pours  by  the  side 
Of  huge,  grim,  tott'ring  tower  and  wall, 
'Mid  ashes, — as  a  funeral  pall ! 
Standing  as  monument  forlorn, 
Telling  of  light  and  glory  shorn, 


344:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Of  peace,  and  love,  and  beauty  fled, 
Of  hopes  and  joys,  all  withered — dead  ! 
Dark  pictures,  to  remain,  of  blight, 
Where  erst  beamed  naught  but  pure  delight ! 

"No  more  the  dark-eyed  Spanish  maid 
With  pride  entwineth  raven-braid  ; 
No  more  sound  notes  of  mandolin 
To  bounding  steps,  'mid  merry  din  ; — 
No  more  the  loving,  happy  stroll, 
Where  bulbul's  strain  doth  liquid  roll ; — 
And  joyous,  blissful,  whispered  vow 
'Neath  vesper-star  and  citron-bough. 
But  drooping  lid  and  pallid  cheek, 
Of  aught  but  joy,  or  gladness  speak, — 
While  sad  upon  the  willow  hung 
The  sweet  guitar, — with  chords  unstrung  ! 

Oh  !  what  a  sad-wrought  change  is  here  ! 
No  sign  of  well-trained  vintage  near, 
Or  goatherd  wand'ring  up  the  glen, — 
No  piping  shepherd, — harvest  men,— 
But  blight  and  desolation  drear, 
On  every  woful  side  appear  ! 

No  vegas  brightly  blooming  seen, 
No  vineyards  rich  in  purple  sheen, 


PELAYO.  345 

Xo  golden  fields,  or  perfumed  bowers 

Where  love  and  joy  beamed  as  their  flowers  ! 

But  dark  o'er  thee,  the  bird  of  night, 

Poor  Auria  !  spread  his  wing  of  blight ! 

His  raven-wing,  of  horrid  woe, — 

In  fearful  swoop  of  Moorish  foe  ! 

Well  hath  the  Moslem  done  his  work, — 

In  every  path  his  fiend-tracks  lurk  ! 

Behold  !  the  lone,  neglected  cot 

Where  joy  once  reigned  !  ah  !  sad  the  lot 

Of  her  poor  inmates,  forced  to  flee 

From  the  invader's  miscreancy  ! 

The  father,  ruthless  murdered,  fell ! 

The  mother,  fate  more  sad  to  tell, 

Borne  to  the  Caliph's  mosque-capped  hall ! — 

While  those  poor  children,  tender,  small, — 

Neglected,  starving,  drooping  died  ! — 

And  this  is  all  remains  beside  ! 

Look !  how  the  door  stands  open  still, 
Where  all  may  enter  at  their  will, 
Or  man,  or  beast — no  sacred  hearth 
Where  rang  out  tones  of  joy  and  mirth  ; — 
Those  trellised  vines  now  drooping  fall, 
Fair  household  gods,  demolished  all ! 

15* 


34:6  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

While  mournfully  the  kidlings  bleat, 
In  vain,  loved,  kindly  hands  to  meet. 

Ah !  sad  the  picture  thus  to  scan ! 

Sad,  sad  to  say  that  such  is  life  ! 
Man  preying  on  his  brother-man, 

As  wild-beast,  fierce  for  blood  and  strife,- 
His  earthly-temple,  that  should  be 
But  dedicate  to  harmony 
And  virtues  all  perfected  bright 
That  temple  to  illume  with  light, 
Closed  up  to  all  of  good  and  pure, — 
But  selfish  end  fain  to  secure, 
E'en  to  the  Field,  with  slaughter  rife, — 
The  target — heart' s-blood ! — mortal  life  ! 

And  this  is  loss,  to  each  and  all, — 

E'en  sad  ones  struggling  on 
Their  weary  round,  while  shadows  fall 

And  hope  and  joy  are  gone. 
For  each,  his  course  should  fully  run, — 

And  Heaven  orders  so, — 
Man's  mission  here,  perfected,  done, 

Unfolded  full  below, 
Prepared  to  enter  higher  sphere, 

Refined  and  purified, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  3tt7 

From  discipline  and  trials  here, — 
As  gold  through  furnace  tried. 

And  Nature  would  design  that  all 

Should  reach  their  full  earth-hour, — 
As  perfect  fruit  doth  ripened  fall, 

Or  fair  developed  flower. 
As  those  in  Halls  of  Science  vast, 

Primary-schools  first  take, — 
Through  each  gradation  perfect  passed, 

True,  full  progression  make. 
This  earth,  sphere  rudimental  then, 

Through  which  each  soul  should  pass. 
Perfecting  for  the  second,  when, 

'Twill  rise  to  proper  class. 


CANTO    XT. 

BUT  how  progress  our  Brave  and  Bold  ? — 
Still  inarching  on,  through  forests  old, — 
By  rivulet's  tortuous  way, 
That  from  high  mountain  sources  stray 
Watering  rich  meadow's  varied  green, 
And  vineyards,  purple-laden  seen, 
Refreshing  earth,  and  sight,  and  taste, 
Through  forest,  grove,  and  prairie  waste ; 
And  now  receding  hills  are  seen 
In  fading  tints  of  blue  and  green, 
While  rosy  hues  gleam  in  the  west 
As  turns  the  gorgeous  sun  to  rest ; 
And  length'ning  shadows,  sombre  throw 
Their  dark'ning  lines  on  crimson  glow, 
And  burnished  spears  all  fitful  gleam 
In  flashing  rays,  'mid  sunset's  beam. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  3tt9 

Approach  they  soon  fair  Leon's  plain, 

Spread  with  her  rich  and  golden  grain, — 

As  some  vast  garden  brightly  rare 

With  groves,  and  bowers,  and  vineyards  fair  ; 

Fig,  olive,  orange,  citron  greet 

The  sight,  the  sense,  in  perfumes  sweet, 

As  from  the  land  of  Eden-Blest 

To  melt  the  soul  in  Heavenly  rest ! 

Pomegranate,  blushing  crimson  red 

From  out  her  leafy,  em'rald  bed  ; 

Tall  trees  of  stately  palm  and  pine, 

Enwreathed  with  twining,  blossomed  vine, 

And  lofty  oak,  in  royal  pride, 

Mimosa,  cypress,  date  beside ; 

Clothed  all  in  verdure's  richest  hue, 

As  scene  Elysian  to  the  view — 

Bathed  in  the  sunset's  glowing  sheen, 

Enchanted,  all  is  beauteous  seen  ! 

While  cool  the  fresh'ning  evening  breeze 

Comes  murmuring  through  the  rustling  trees, 

And  shades  of  eve  fall  gently  round, 

While  silence  rests  o'er  all  profound  ; — 

And  night,  her  mantle-folds  of  grey 

O'er  vega,  hill,  and  grove  doth  lay. 


350  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

All  silent, — save  the  humming  sound 
Of  locust  from  the  heath  around, 
And  opening  notes  of  bulbul's  strain, 
That  liquid  ring  throughout  the  plain, — 
And  measured  tramp  of  chargers'  feet 
As  on  their  way  they  pacing  beat ; 
And  rushing  sound  of  Esla's  stream, 
That  full  upon  their  sight  doth  beam  ; 
While  brightly,  in  the  fading  skies, 
The  evening  star  doth  calm  arise, 
And  myriad  orbs  look  forth,  to  see 
The  coming  strife  for  Liberty  ! 

And  doubt  ye,  that  fair  Angel-hosts 
Were  wanting,  at  fond  guarding-posts, 
In  prayerful  watch  to  guide  and  bless 
Their  children  of  the  wilderness  ? 
Or  God  Himself,  to  lead  the  way, 
The  invading,  impious  hand  to  stay, 
And  raise  the  Christian  Cross  again 
To  suffering  souls  of  fallen  Spain  ! 

Through  grove,  and  vale,  and  dell,  and  hill, 
Advance  the  band,  now  firm  and  still ; 
And  as  the  night  doth  all  embrace, 
Quicker  their  steps  draw  on  apace, 


PEL  A  TO.  351 

As  towering  toward  the  dark  blue  skies, 

Loftv  and  fair  in  calm  moon-light 
Leon's  cathedral  doth  arise  ! 

Glitt'ring  her  towers,  as  silver  bright ! 
And  high  in  heavenly  azure  clear 
The  glorious  moon  doth  fair  appear 
Above  her  symbol,  reared  below 
By  infidel  and  impious  foe. 

Sleeps  calm  the  city,  all  secure, — 

Nor  dreams  of  foe  that  dare  may  roam 

Within  her  mighty  walls  so  sure, 
Or  precincts  of  their  guarded  home  ! 

Naught  breaks  the  silence  of  the  night, 

Save,  now  and  then,  quick,  startled  flight 

Of  lark  from  lowly  grassy  nest, 

Affrighted  from  his  dewy  rest. 

With  cautious  tread  they  pass  along,— 
Checked  word  of  jest,  or  light-hummed  song  ; 
Onward  they  glide,  with  downward  spear, 
As  closer,  closer  draw  they  near ; 
For  fain  would  they  escape  the  eye 
Of  watchmen,  ere  the  walls  they  nigh. 
Once  'neath  the  broad,  dark  shade  they  throw, 
The  guard  may  ne'er  ken  friend  from  foe, — 


352  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

The  pass- ward  given, — All  sure  right, — 
Their  host  they'' II  deem,  returned  from  fight, 
Conq'rors  from  Christian  mountain-fmy, — 
And  freely  ope  the  ported?  s  way  ! 

''Twos  thus  !     They  neared  the  pond'rous  wall 
Or  ere  the  warder  gave  his  call, — 
And  on  the  gate,  'neath  shadowed  wing, 
A  bold,  sharp  stroke  doth  clearly  ring, — 
When — "  Quien  vive  f  "  challenge  came, — 
And  quick,  in  answer  to  the  same, 
The  watch-word  "  Alia  Akbar  "  rose, — 
WJien  oped  the  gates  to  Christian  foes  ! 

Now  pass  they  through  those  portals  grand, 

The  entire,  bold,  stalwart  Spanish  band, 

'Neath  shadows  dense  that  still  enclose, 

Deceiving  till  emerged,  when  rose 

A  cry  so  loud  and  wild  and  fierce 

From  myriad  voices,  far  to  pierce 

Remotest  bounds  with  horrid  fear ! 

Pealing  as  death-knell  on  the  ear 

Of  dreaming  Moor  in  sleep's  repose  ! 

Bursting  as  bomb,  it  wild  arose  ! 

"  God!  Santiago  !  "  rings  the  cry, — 

"  Vengeance  !  God's  sword  is  raised  on  high  ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  353 

Long,  long  bide  we  our  harvest-day, 
Vengeance,  withheld,  now  has  its  sway  ! 
Awake  !  arouse  thee,  Moor !  and  see 
God's  Hand,  repaying,  sweep  o'er  thee  ! 

"  Awake,  O  Moor !  wake  thou  to  see 
The  avenging  sword  now  hang  o'er  thee  ! — 
Lo  !  the  Avenger !  look  !  behold  ! 
The  crescent's  fire  is  waning  cold  ! — 
Before  our  glorious  Cross  of  Light 
Sinketh  thy  moon,  in  sea  of  night ! 
Wild,  raging  waves  of  fury  roll 
Over  the  vile  and  impious  soul ! — 
Lo  !  Leon's  banner  high  in  light ! — 
Her  '  Argent  field '  spread  crimson  bright, — 
Effulgent  in  Spain's  glorious  day  ! — 
God  the  Avenger  !  now  bears  sway  !  " 
Shouted  Pelayo  ;  "  On  !  men,  on  !  " 
And  dashing  foremost,  led  the  throng, — 
Charging  the  astonished  Mussulman, 
Who  'wildered  met  the  Asturian. 

And  e'en  Orelia  felt  the  power, 
Magnetic,  of  the  battle-hour  ! — 
With  fierce  strung  sinews,  nostril  spread, 
Proudly,  the  furious  war-steeds  led  ! — 


354:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

And  well  each  knight  played  good-sword  there 

And  brave  Count  Eudon  bore  his  share, — 

With  zeal  unknown,  there  hewing  way, 

Bold  through  the  hottest  of  the  fray, 

Inspiring  here,  and  charging  there, — 

For  life  naught  seeming  he  to  care  ! 

So  warm  for  country's  glory  now, 

As  though  inspired  by  noble  vow 

To  expiate  his  errors  past 

In  brave  absolvment  full,  the  last, 

Thus  cancelling  his  true-mourned  sins, — 

Till  glory  bright  he  nobly  wins  ! 

"  Vengeance  !  Pelayo  !  "  riseth  high  !— 
The  captive  Spaniards  list  the  cry  ! 
When  echoes  back  one  joyous  strain 
From  iron-bound  doors,  and  bolt,  and  chain  ! 
While  the  unmanacled,  cell-free, 
Wield  madly  swords,  for  liberty  ! 
Till  full  the  tide  of  victory  rolls 
O'er  dark,  invading  tyrant  souls  ! 

From  dungeon's  dark  cell,  now  each  bolt  they  fierce 

tear, 

Riven  quickly  huge  chains,  and  their  captives  all 
free! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  355 

While  in  the  wild  conflict  all  bravely  take  share, 
Christian  pris'ners,  o'er-joyful,  in  dear  liberty ! 

Boldly  fierce,  their  halberds  play ! — 

Long  they  bide  this  glorious  day 

Pining  in  the  lone,  dank  cell ! — 

Bravely  !  bravely,  war-strokes  tell 

For  their  Cross  and  Xative  Land, 

For  the  free,  sweet  breezes  bland, 

Playing  freshly  o'er  the  brow, 

Fragrant  from  each  citron  bough  ! — 

Oh  !  how  sweetly  to  the  Free 

Comes  the  breath  of  Liberty  ! — 

Freed  from  dungeons'  midnight  gloom, — 

From  a  horrid,  living  tomb ! 

Freedom  sweet, — and  air, — and  life  ! — 

Glorious  now  the  battle  strife  ! 

"  Strike  for  Cross  and  Liberty  ! — 

God  be  praised  !  we're  free  !  we're  free  !  " 

Ardor  fierce,  fills  hand  and  eye, 

As  all  earth  they  may  defy ! 

Inspiration  fires  the  brave, 

Cross  and  land  to  free  and  save  ! — 

Wildly  fierce  the  keen  blades  fell  !— 

Christians'  shout  to  Techir  yell ! 


356  r  E  L  A  Y  o . 

"  Santiago  !  and  our  King  !  " 
"  Al  il  Allah  !  "  piercing  ring. 

"  Allah  Akbar  !  "  and  «  Alia  il  Alia  !  " 

From.  Moslem, — wild  Arab-lips  fall — 
"  Santiago  y  clena  Espana  !  " 

Back  rolleth  the  glad  Christian  call ! 

Clash  of  steel  and  clang  of  blade, — 
Frenzied  blows  around  them  played ! — 
Peal  of  gong,  and  tocsin  bell, 
Mingling  with  the  war-cry,  fell, — 
Till,  dismayed,  the  Moors  retreat ! 
Comrades  falling  at  their  feet, — 
Hewn  as  grass  on  harvest-day, 
Moslems,  falling  in  the  fray. 

God  is  with  His  children  now  ! — 
God  the  impious  neck  doth  bow  ! — 
God  doth  raise  the  Holy  Cross  ! 
Christians  shields  from  woe  and  loss  ! 
Glory  to  the  God  on  High 
Who  to  suff'ring  Spain  draws  nigh  ! 
Glory  to  His  Name  e'er  be  ! 
Glory  bright,  Eternally ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  357 

Thus  right  and  left,  as  scathed  leaves,  fell 
The  smitten  sons  of  Ishmael ; 
"While,  clear  above  the  combat's  sound, 
"  Go d!  Santiago!"  riseth  round. — 
"  Pelayo  !  Spain  !  and  Vengeance  !  "  loud, 
Continuous  rings  from  Christian  crowd, 
While  "  Allah  ilia  Alia  "  yell, 
Piercing  upon  the  ear  still  fell ; — 
And  desperate  the  Moslem  fought, 
Dearly  his  life  and  freedom  bought ! 
Right  manfully  their  blows  did  tell, 
With  stroke  for  stroke,  until  they  fell, — 
Easy  the  vict'ry  Christians  reap, — 
To  Spain,  the  Moslem  conquest  cheap  ! 
Surprised  !  dismayed  !  the  frighted  Moor 
Can  ill  withstand  the  fierce  blows  sure 
Of  the  prepared  Asturian  men, 
Whose  zeal  inspired  to  frenzy,  when 
Home,  tower,  and  altar  meet  their  gaze  ! 
Till  death-stroke  sure,  each  falchion  sways. 

Death  havoc  sweeps  the  'wildered  foe 
As  mountaineers  all  rushing  go 
Scattering  their  ranks  to  quick  retreat, — 
Fall  shield  and  buckler  'neath  their  feet 


358  r  E  L  A  Y  o . 

As  fly  the  swarthy  Arab  band 
Before  the  avengers  of  the  land, — 
Hushing  on  with  blood-stained  feet 
Before  Asturian  followers  fleet. 

From  out  old  Leon's  rescued  wall 
O'er  rock  and  hill  the  dying  fall ; 
While  captives  humbly  lay  them  low 
Their  arms  before  the  Spanish  foe, — 
"  Amaun  !  Amaun  !  "  *  to  craven  cry, 
"  Amaun  ! — thy  slave,  or  ere  we  die  ! 
Quarter,  pardon  grant,  we  pray  ! 
Eblis  now  hath  gained  the  day  !  " 

Well  hath  the  Avenger  hewn  his  way  ! 
Rejoice,  O  Leon !  for  thy  day 
Dawneth  effulgent  in  new  light, 
And  Spain  arise th  from  her  night ! — 
Rejoice  !   unfurl  thy  banner  now  ! 
Rejoice  !  Auseva's  heaven-kissed  brow  ! 
Cantabria  !  mountains,  hills,  and  streams  ! 
Spam  !  for  thy  splendor  glorious  beams  ! 

Wakened  the  dawn  from  that  wild  night 
Upon  those  walls  on  direful  sight 

*  The  craven  cry,  "  Quarter!  Pardon  !  " 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  359 

To  tender  heart,  or  stricken  Moor  ! 

For  lo  !  the  hand  of  Vengeance,  sure 

And  true,  had  dealt  the  deadly  blow, 

That  strewed  her  streets  with  slaughtered  foe  ! 

Dark  turban'd  forms,  on  every  way 

With  lance  and  battle-weapons  lay, 

And  cloven  gorgets'  severed  head 

All  helnieted,  lay  with  the  dead ! 

And  clefted  cuirass,  gory  strown, 

Whose  spirit-tenants  thence  had  flown  ! 

Ay,  fully  now  doth  vengeance  fall 
Within  our  rescued  Leon's  wall ; 
While  from  each  court  and  turret  ring, 
The  loud  "  Real "— "  Hail  to  our  King ! 
Viva  Pelayo  !  King  of  Spain  ! 
Leon  !  thy  line  restored  again  ! 
Raise  we  the  '  Argent  Banner '  high, 
While  in  the  dust  doth  Crescent  lie. 
Deep  stained  our  swords  with  darkened  gore 

Free  by  the  impious  Moslem  shed, — 
Thus  to  the  dark  Gehenna's  shore 

Vile  sons  of  Eblis  we  have  sped !  " 

And  now  the  "  Alia  hu  Akbar  " 
Of  Moorish  wailing  riseth  far  ; 


360  PELAYO. 

"  Woe  !  woe  is  me  !  Great  Prophet !  God  ! 

Sons  of  Mahomet,  kiss  the  sod  ! 

Woe  !  woe  upon  us  and  our  race  ! 

The  Crescent  to  the  Cross  gives  place  ! 

Eblis,  the  Prince  of  Darkness,  low 

O'er  Allah's  sons  spreads  wing  of  woe !  " — 

Soundeth  far  "  Wul  Wullah  "  *  cry, 

Woman's  wail,  to  pierce  the  sky  ! 

Shrill  "  Wul  wullah  "  dirges  ring, 

'Mid  "  Vivas  !  Hail  our  Leon-King  !  " 

"  Alia  hu  Akbar  !    Ay  de  mi  ! 

Lo  !  unto  Eblis  fallen  we  ! 

Woe  to  the  sons  of  Ishmael,  woe  ! 

Who  kiss  the  dust  'neath  Christian  foe  !  " 

"  Yiva  Pelayo  !  "  still  the  strain, — 
"  Long  live  Pelayo,  King  of  Spain  !  " 
Rising  o'er  the  voice  of  woe, — 
"  Yict'ry,  vengeance  to  the  foe  !  " 
Shouts  each  conq'ring  Spanish  son, — 
"  God  hath  now  the  vict'ry  won  ! 
Cross  and  Leon-banner  high  ! 
God  our  Father,  smileth  nigh  ! 
Glory  be  to  Him  Above  ! 
Heavenly  King,  supreme  in  love  ! 

*  Death  song,  or  woman's  wail. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  361 


God,  our  land  doth  now  restore  ! 
Glory !  Peace  !  forevermore  !  " 

****** 

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CANTO    XYI. 

NOT  long  the  King  delays  return, — 
For  Zillah  fair  his  soul  doth  yearn, — 
To  ease  her  gentle,  anxious  heart, 
Of  fears  that  pierce  as  poisoned  dart, 
And  brighten  eyes,  dun  with  tear-dew, 
Until  their  light  return  anew. 
The  morrow's  dawn  had  scarcely  smiled 
And  flow'rets  from  their  sleep  beguiled,- 
The  bulbul  scarce  had  ceased  her  note, 
Or  lark  had  fluttered  wing  to  float 
With  carol  gay  toward  orb  of  light, 
When  plumed  Royal  wing  for  flight, — 
Pelayo  brave,  to  seek  his  star, 
'Mid  clouds  of  grief  and  woe  afar  ; — 
In  joy  toward  his  light  to  lead, 
With  glorious  tidings,  loving  speed ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  363 

How  fares  it  with  the  loved  ones  hence 

In  cloistered  wall,  where  penitence 

And  fasting  vigils  fill  the  day 

Of  friars  on  their  earthly  way  ? 

Pace  those  lone  halls,  the  grieving  fair, 

As  angels  fallen  from  Heaven  there, 

Sad  mourning  joys  celestial  bright, — 

Departed  rays  of  loving  light ! — 

For  wedded  hearts  thus  sighing  they, — 

For  knight,  or  liege-love,  far  away 

In  scene  of  combat's  deadly  strife 

To  peril  all  of  dear  in  life  ; 

Thus  weeping,  as  dew-laden  flowers, 

Thus  drooping  through  long  severed  hours  ; — 

Nor  man-el  we,  for  holy  love 

Is  like  unto  the  joys  above  ; 

And  smileth  God,  on  pure  and  bright 

Who  cherish  His  fair  germ  of  light ; 

For,  ever  dear  to  God  Above, 

Fraternal,  filial,  wedded  love  ; — 

And  ne'er  would  He  one  shadow  throw 

Upon  love  pure  and  deep  below 

Twixt  kindred  bosoms  fond  and  true  ; — 

But  ever  doth  well  pleased  view 

The  expanding  of  his  own  love-germ 

To  fullest  growth, — nor  e'er  would  term, 


364:  PELAYO. 

"  Idolatry"  the  ardent  love 
Whose  tendrils  turn  not  all  Above, 
If  purely  given  here  below, 
Where  He  hath  planted  it  to  grow. 

"  Idolatry  !  "  mistaken  cant 

Of  darkened  age,  when  scarce  a  gleam 
Of  God's  true  love  could  shine  aslant 

Upon  the  soul  with  cheering  beam, 
To  tell  the  dark,  ascetic  heart, 
We  should  bestow  in  liberal  part 
Of  love,  which  from  His  fount  hath  birth, 
Upon  our  kindred- ones  of  earth ; 
And  never  check  one  ardent  ray 
That  from  that  Central-source  would  play 
Upon  the  dear-ones  here  on  earth  ; — 
For  God  is  Love  !     He  gave  it  birth — 
And  souls  congenial,  kind  doth  give 
On  which  that  germ  may  fondly  live 
Until  transplanted  to  His  Bowers, — 
The  fairest  of  all  Eden  flowers, 
Where,  'mid  His  rays  of  loving  light, 
'Twill  bloom  in  pure  effulgence  bright ! 
Within  that  glorious  sphere  above, 
Where  God  is  Heaven, — and  Heaven — is  Love. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  365 

As  moans  her  mate  pure  widowed  dove, 

Sad  Zillah  mourns  her  absent  love ; 

What  now  to  her  sweet  myrtle  bowers, 

"When  sighs  of  fear  fill  up  the  hours  ! 

What,  all  the  wealth  of  blossoms  sweet, 

That  bend  beneath  her  weary  feet ! 

What,  joyous  notes  from  green-wood  trees, 

Or  perfumes  borne  on  gentle  breeze  ! 

They  breathe  of  one  that  hence  hath  fled, — 

"  Perchance  now  lying  with  the  dead  !  " — 

Thus  sighs  she  e'er,  with  anguished  tone, — 

"  Kind  Heaven  !  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  ! 

Alone  !  alone  to  grievous  fate  ! 

Alone  !  in  anguish  desolate  ! — 

Protect  from  hapless  widow's  lot, 

Existing  here, — yet  living  not ! 

With  life-blood's  checked  and  heavy  flow ! — 

Shrouded  in  gloom  all  earth  below  ! 

Have  mercy,  God !  spare  !  spare  such  doom ! — 

A  living  death — in  horror's  tomb  !  " 

Again,  again  she  lowly  bends, 
And  oft  again  her  soul-prayer  sends 
To  Heavenly  courts,  that  God  will  spare 
Her  Love  and  Liege  from  Azreal's  share. 


366  PELAYO. 

"  Spare  him  !  oh  !  spare  him  !  "  still  her  cry, 
"  Save  !  save  him,  Lord  !  nor  see  him  die  ! — 
The  lowliest  peasant-maid  I'd  be, 
To  have  my  Love  safe  here  with  me  !  " 

And  rosary  and  earnest  prayer, 

Repeat  full  oft  the  maidens  fair, 

While  friars,  closed  in  grated  cell, 

Their  orisons  and  psalter  tell 

For  those  who  now  seek  peril  dire, 

Rousing  the  sleeping  Moslem's  ire  ! — 

Bearding  fierce  wolves  within  their  wall 

Where  Moor  or  Christian  sure  must  fall ! — 

"  God  grant  it  be  not  Spanish  knight, 

The  soul  that  parteth  in  the  fight ! 

God  grant,  in  bright  victorious  hour 

Return  Spain's  band !  her  Pride  and  Flower  !  " 

Through  cloister,  aisle,  and  gallery, 
They  wander,  sad  and  drearily  ; 
Or,  'mid  their  groves  all  grieving  stray 
Throughout  the  weary,  anxious  day, 
Till  vesper  bell  rings  clear  for  prayer, 
When,  to  the  chapel  turn  the  fair, 
With  holy  fathers  grave,  to  pray 
For  Braves  exposed  in  conflict's  fray  ; 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  367 

Where  rosaries  again  they  tell 
With  troubled-hearts,  full,  anguished  swell 
For  those  all  dearer  far  than  life 
Battling  in  warfare's  deadly  strife. 


CANTO    XVII. 

Now  at  the  faintest  glinun'ring  gray 
Of  early  dawn's  first  beaming  ray, 
The  King,  and  suite,  with  ardor  fond, 
Pass  Leon's  conquered  walls  beyond. 
On  all  her  ramparts  proudly  shone 

Her  Bannered  Lion,  Argent  Field ! 
The  Moorish  pennon  fallen, — gone, — 

While  Crescent's  gleam  to  Cross  doth  yield ! 
High  on  Cathedral, — God  be  praised ! 
Toward  Heaven  the  glitt'ring  Cross  now  raised  ! 
Waned,  hath  the  Crescent's  baleful  fire 
Beneath  the  Christians'  vengeance  dire  ! 

Light  the  heart  of  our  brave  King ! 
Light  with  joy  his  soul  doth  sing  ! — 
Bearing  now  returning  way, 
Victor  glorious  of  the  day, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  369 

On  Love's  wings,  with  tidings  bright 
To  his  Queen, — his  heart's  delight ! — 
Deeming  leagues  e'er  longer  grow, 
Charger's  pace  ne'er  half  so  slow ! — 
Fain  would  his  fond,  impatient  mind 
En-reined  hold  the  morning-wind, 
That  so  exceeds  the  swiftest  speed 
Of  e'en  Orelia, — noble  steed ! 
And,  borne  upon  its  breezes  sweet, 
Swift  fly  unto  his  Zillah's  feet ! 
Cheer  her  sad  soul,  breathe  forth  his  love, 
Dispel  the  anguish  of  his  dove  ! 

But  only  to  the  impatient  king, 
And  lover-knights,  on  leaden-wing 
Are  they  on  fleetest  steeds  thus  borne. — 
As  flitting  birds  at  early  morn 
Wing  forth  when  rosy  beams  first  cheer, 
From  night  of  dark  and  stormy  fear, 
To  sing  to  sweetest  flow'rets  bright 
That  day  rebeams  with  glorious  light, 
So  they,  in  truth,  all  rapid  lead 
Returning  march  of  hasty  speed  ; 
And  ere  the  grieving  fair  may  ken, 
Have  reached  the  convent  in  the  glen ! 

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370  P  E  L  A  Y  O . 

And  quick  dismounting,  seek  the  dear 
And  loving  ones,  with  happy  cheer 
To  call  them  from  the  cloister's  cell 
Where  mournfully  their  beads  they  tell, 
To  list  the  startled,  joyous  cry  ! 
To  mark  the  beaming  of  the  eye  ! 
To  clasp  the  loved  in  fond  caress 
Of  over-flowing  happiness  ! — 

But  where  our  drooping  Zillah  then  ? — 

Not  'mid  the  sombre,  stifled  wall, 
But  far  within  the  flowery  glen 

Hath  wandered  she  apart  from  all ; 
Beneath  the  pure,  clear,  twilight  sky, 
To  offer  ardent  prayers  on  High, 
Where  last,  beneath  the  myrtle's-leaf 
She  parted  from  her  lover-chief. 

Sweetly  the  moon  looked  forth  and  smiled 
Upon  that  pure,  earth-grieving  child, 
Praying  for  him, — her  Love, — alone 
Beneath  God's  high  and  starry  throne  ! 
Lowly,  in  humble  prayer  she  bent, 
While  evening  stars  their  pure  rays  sent, 
To  kiss  her  brow  and  bosom  fair, 
As  on  their  beams  to  Heaven  they  bear 


P  E  L  A  Y  0 .  371 

The  earnest  boon  she  thus  did  crave  ; — 
"  O  God  !  my  liege-love,  guarding,  save  ! 
And  bear  ray  Light  of  Life  to  me, 
Safe  !  safe,  in  bravest  victory !  " 

Sighed  she  as  evening  breeze  this  prayer 

That  angels  on  their  bright  wings  bear, 

Wafting  her  soul-breathed  thoughts  Above 

To  One  all  merciful,  in  Love. 

Her  small  clasped  hands,  in  pure  moonlight, 

Lay  on  her  bosom  lily  white, 

Her  violet  eyes,  soft  tear-dewed  shone, 

Upraised  unto  His  starry  Throne  ! — 

Shone  she,  as  star  or  angel  bright 

As  beameth  in  Celestial  light, 

With  golden  tresses  on  the  wind, 

As  Heaven's  harp-strings  unconfined  ! 

Thus  beamed  she  on  Pelayo  there  ! — 

Who  springing  clasped  her  to  his  breast, 
Exclaiming,—'4  Heaven  hath  heard  thy  prayer  ! 

Safe  in  these  arms  my  bride  doth  rest ! 
My  life  !  my  soul !  my  star  of  light ! 
Safe,  God  hath  borne  me  through  the  fight ! 
The  conquest  ours  !  and  Leon  free  ! 
Victorious  Spain!  and  I  with  thee  ! 


3T2 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 


My  Queen  of  Love  !  my  heart !  and  throne  ! 

Oh  !  what  this  moment  without  thee 
To  share  my  joy  !  mine  honor's  own 

With  me, — in  royal  victory  ! 

"  See  !  at  thy  feet,  Love,  cast  I  low, 
Banner  first  wrested  from  the  foe 
With  mine  own  hand,  hours  briefly  late, 
From  Leon's  highest  rampart  gate  ! 
Thus,  thus  mine  every  deed  shall  be 
E'er  dedicate  to  God  and  thee, 
My  star  !  more  precious  far  than  throne  ! 
Zillah  !  my  love  !  my  bride  ! — mine  own  !  " 

Oh,  joy  !  oh,  bliss  !  oh,  wild  delight ! 

She  rests  upon  love's  armored  breast, 
All  gleaming  in  the  clear  moonlight, 

Enfolded  closely,  warmly  pressed 
To  heart  o'er-flowing  with  its  joy  ! 
Its  happiness  without  alloy  ! — 
High,  Cross  and  Banner  proud  of  Spain  !— 
United,  safe,  the  loved,  again  ! 

"  Oh !  Heavenly  dream ! — too  bright  to  last  !— 
Safe  !  safe,  and  here  !  all  danger  past ! 
My  soul's-light  safe,  and  Leon  free  ! 
Safe  !  and  to  Spain  the  victory  !  " 


There  fond  eiilinked  iii  chain  of  love. 
They  breathe  their  grateful  [iraisi-  above. 
To  Him  from  whom  all  bh-ssin-r*  sin-ing. 
The  Great,   tla-   L'niversa1    King! 


PEL  A  TO.  373 

Sudden  her  beaming  brow  she  raised — 

"  Now  God,  my  love,"  she  cried,  "  be  praised  ! 

Kneel,  kneel  with  me  'neath  heaven's  ray, 

My  life !  our  grateful  love  to  pay !  " 

And  there,  where  anguished  prayer  her  last 

Had  scarcely  unto  Heaven  passed, 

Upon  the  flow'ring  mossy  sod, 

Before  the  Great,  All  Seeing  God, 

Whose  moon-beams  fair  of  liquid  light 

Illumed  their  brows  with  glory  bright, 

One  arm  encircling  his  pure  bride, 

One  hand  enclasped — thus  side  by  side 

There  fond  enlinked  hi  chain  of  love, 

They  breathe  their  grateful  praise  Above, 

To  Him  from  whom  all  blessings  spring, 

The  Great,  the  Universal  King  ! 

Who  guarded  through  the  battle-fray ! 

Who  brought  to  Spain  victorious  day ! 

Who  saved  his  Cross  from  impious  hand ! 

Who  spared  the  Christian  mountain-band  ! 

WTio,  safe  again  fond  souls  unite 

In  pure,  ecstatic  joy's  delight, 

For  evermore  to  dwell  in  love 

Until  they  soar  to  realms  above  ! 

Love,  that  shall  ever  freshly  well 

From  holiest  founts'  unfathomed  cell, 


374:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Through  earth,  to  fair  Celestial  skies, 
All  brighter  there,  to  glowing  rise  ! 

Now  sounds  the  monastery's  bell 
Te  Deum-  Chant  all  souls  to  swell, — 
And  to  the  Hermitage  they  wend, 
United,  grateful  praise  to  blend — 
"With  happy  hearts,  so  bright  with  glee 
Earth  seems  one  scene  of  witchery ! 
And  joyous  maidens  love-spells  cast 
O'er  valiant  knights,  life-long  to  last ; — 
For  sudden  change  from  grief  to  joy 
Dispelleth  now  all  frowning  coy, 
With  which,  in  scenes  of  former  ease, 
The  Fair,  as  tyrants,  erst  would  tease, — 
But  thus  surprised,  by  joy  so  sure, 
They  'wildered  yield,  as  vanquished  Moor,— 
And  conquered  smile  in  silken  chain, 
To  soul-tuned  notes  of  Love's  refrain. 

Now  thus  ere  yet  the  feast  is  spread, 

Pelayo,  with  his  Zillah,  led 

To  chapel,  convent-halls  along, 

The  gath'ring,  joyful  Christian  throng, 

While  round  the  olden  altar  there 

Entwined  and  draped  with  bay-leaves,  fair, 


PELAYO.  375 

Flowers,  laurel-wreaths  from  green-wood  glen, 

Stand  Prelates,  Friars,  Holy-men  ; 

Urban,  Centerio,  loved  of  all, 

Mitred,  in  purple  robes  that  fall 

Richly  o'er  those  most  rev'rent  forms 

That  faithful  proved  through  darkest  storms. 

Before  the  Altar,  Queen  and  King, — 
While  perfumed  censers  o'er  them  swing ; 
And  low  the  royal  Pair  now  bend, 
While  incense  sweet  with  prayers  ascend ; 
And  all  assembled,  kneeling  bow 
In  offered  praise,  and  prayerful  vow 
To  worthy  prove  of  blessings  all 
That  now  to  each,  and  country  fall. 
Loud  rings  throughout  monastic  wall 
"  Z/audamus  "  grand,  from  one  and  all, — 
Joy-gushing  notes,  full,  clear,  and  free, 
In  grateful  praise  for  Victory  ! 
Sounds  'mid  these  solemn  walls  ne'er  heard 
From  aught  save  Nature's  happy  bird, 
That  unrestrained  its  song  will  roll 
Of  merry  glee,  without  control. 

Thus  blithe,  our  God  would  have  all  men, — 
From  palace  to  monastic  glen  ; 


376  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Life,  with  its  joys,  He  giveth  free 
For  all  to  quaff  in  purity. 
Away,  then,  with  the  fear  of  frown  ! 
From  Heaven  God  smileth  kindly  down  ! 
Look  up  !  and  bask  in  His  Love-beam, — 
In  pure,  good  works,  your  souls  redeem 
From  gloomy,  superstitious  night ; 
Illume  your  mortal  temples  bright 
With  love,  and  peace,  and  charity  ; 
And  weave  you  wreaths  of  purity, 
To  grace  the  portals  of  the  soul, 
Whence  stony  rocks  of  darkness  roll. 
And  light  its  dome  with  rays  of  love, 
That  God  may  enter  from  Above. 


CAXTO    XYIII. 

BRIGHT  blushes  the  dawning  o'er  glen  and  o'er  dale, 
Bright  sparkles  the  dew-drop  in  blossoming  vale. 
Bright  smileth  the  Orient's  grey  breaking  skies, 
Precursor  of  splendor  and  glory,  to  rise. 
Alive  is  the  convent,  and  merry,  and  gay, 
Astir  are  they  all,  and  must  soon  hie  away, 
And  hurry,  and  bustle,  and  speed  all  around 
Ere  first  matin-bell  doth  her  summons  resound. 
When  Joy  lights  the  taper,  and  Hope  gilds  the  ray 
Of  life's  flitting  moments,  hearts  ope  with  the  day 
To  quaff  full  the  nectar  of  earth's  loveliness, 
Nor  calmly  may  rest  in  their  pure  joys'  excess. 
E'en  Friars  are  jovial,  and  Fathers  are  gay ! 
For  Joy's  merry  tide  now  may  none  seek  to  stay  ; 
From  the  smiling  of  morn  to  the  sunset  all  bright, 
From  the  fair  Star  of  Eve  to  the  dawning  of  light, 


3T8  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Earth,  air,  and  high-heaven  with  radiance  glow, 
While  joy  through  each  bosom  doth  gushingly  flow  ; 
And  bright  eyes  are  dancing  in  merry  delight, 
And  brave  hearts  succumbing  to  Cupid,  the  wight ; 
For  when  War  furls  her  banner,  strings  Eros  his 

bow, 

And  to  waning  of  Mars,  riseth  Love's  rosy  glow, 
Raising    clear    in     mirage    of    the    mind's    vista 

bright, 

Fairest  visions  of  myrtle  and  orange-buds  white, — 
The  pure  Bridal  wreath,  and  the  Altar,  and  Vow, 
In  closer  perspective  all  happily  now  ! 

Each  matin  is  over,  each  breviary  said, 

And  soon  from  the  convent  each  being  hath  sped, 

Maid,  knight,  monk,  and  prelate  all  hither  away, 

For  none  may  be  laggard  from  Leon's  great  day  ! 

When  Pelayo,  in  diadem  regal  is  crowned, 

Oh  !  where  is  the  Christian  could  absent  be  found  ! 

And  mounted,  and  ready,  the  chivalrous  host, 
All  joyous  and  eager — each  one  at  his  post, — 
On  Orelia,  foremost,  Pelayo  is  borne 
Beside  his  loved  Zillah,  as  star  of  the  morn, 
Now  radiant  beaming  all  bright  in  her  love, 
As  rich  eastern  sky  rosy  blushing  above  ; 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  379 

Around  them  brave  knights  and  our  "  Liege-ladyes  " 

fair, 

Who  gay  in  the  dawning' s  rejoicings  full  share  ; 
While  Alphonse  by  our  Queen,  as  young  page  bear 
ing  part, 

With  the  boy-germ  of  warrior  swelling  his  heart ; 
Count  Eudon,  Theodmir,  Pelistes,  quite  near, 
Don  Pedro,  and  nobles,  in  right  goodly  cheer  ! 
While  fair  flowers  of  beauty,  and  infantine  glee, 
Crown  the  cortege  with  brightness  and  joy  merrily  ! 
Ad'ladis*  and  heralds  haste  far  in  advance, 
In  gay-decked  apparel,  with  bay-rod  and  lance, — 
And  love  knots  are  smiling  on  breast-plates,  I  ween, 
Of  "  fa  ire  Ladye  favoicres  "  Jmid  bright  burnished 

4 

sheen ; 

And  glorious  pennons  are  streaming  on  high 
To  the  fresh  morning  breeze,  toward  the  azure  flecked 

47! 

Before  the  King  the  Cross  is  raised, 
That,  legends  tell,  (all  Saints  be  praised  !) 
Was  borne  from  Heaven  by  angels  bright 
To  Christians  on  Auseva's  height. 
Of  this,  I  may  not  vouch  to  say, 
As  chanced  it  not  within  my  day — 

*  Guidesmen. 


380  PELAYO. 

But  only  tell,  how  foremost  there 
Was  borne  that  golden  symbol  rare  ! 

Floateth  now  the  banner  wide 
Over  King  and  Royal  bride  ; 
"  Lion  rampant,  crimson  bright " — 
"  Argent  Field"  in  folds  of  light ; 
Warriors  round  them,  tried  of  old, 
Saviours  of  each  precious  fold, — 
Bravest  knights,  of  valor  known, 
Victors,  'neath  its  wavings  shown, — 
Stalwart  soldiers,  followers  all, 
Ever  firm  for  Country's  call ; 
Flower  of  noble  Christian  band, — 
Bone  and  sinew  of  the  land ! 

List !  the  bugle  peal  on  high ! 
Clarion,  trumpets,  ringing  cry  ! — 
"  Ready !  Forward !  "  sounds  the  call — 
Onward  !  King,  and  suite,  and  all ; 
Till  from  Convent-court  hath  passed, 
Knight,  and  Priest,  and  Brave  the  last. 

Yict'ry's  tones  ring  full  on  high  ! 
Martial  music  rends  the  sky ; 
Earth,  and  air,  and  groves  around, 
Joyous  with  the  inspiring  sound ! — 


PEL  A  TO.  381 

Trill  the  wild-wood  choir  in  glee, 
Rival  strains  of  minstrelsy  ! — 
Marvel  must  they  now,  I  ween, 
At  those  battle-weapons  keen, 
As  the  lightning's  glances  seen 
Flashing  through  the  branches  green ! — 
Trumpet-notes,  full,  joyous  swell, 
Breaking  stillness  of  the  dell ; 
Drowning  sound  of  streamlet's  play, 
Hum  of  murmuring  breezes'  sway, 
With  their  tones,  that  peal  aloud — 
Victory  glorious  !  Victory  proud  ! — 
List !  the  strains  all  softer  grow, 
Blending  with  the  waters'  flow, — 
Liquid  harmony  doth  float 
With  the  breeze  and  wild-wood  note, — 
Earth,  and  air,  and  zephyrs  free, 
Chant  in  chorus — "  Victory!" 

All  gayly  in  that  morning's  pride 

Pace  "  Ladyes-brighte  "  their  knights  beside  ; 

While  gently  doth  Pelayo  guide 

The  palfrey  white  of  his  loved  bride. 

Thus  joyfully  they  wend  their  way 

As  splendor  fills  the  opening  day. — 


382  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Imbued,  each  object  sparkling  bright, 
With  glory's  beams  of  breaking  light 
Stealing  sweet  dew  from  waking  flowers 
Bespangled  with  night's  pearly  showers, 
While  oft  from  branch  and  drooping  tree 
Their  diamond  drops  fall  bounteously 
On  noble  brow  and  Parian  neck  ; 
With  sparkling  gems  the  fair  to  deck, 
Who  venture  'neath  their  twining  play 
In  merry  morning  breezes'  sway. 

And  groves  and  bowers  their  path  lay  through, 
Artistic  arches  to  the  view, 
Enlaced  by  spreading  branches  sweet, 
That  playfully  the  trav'lers  greet 
With  floral  showers  from  creeping  vine 
That  fondly  clinging  there  entwine, 
Fragrant  with  night's  refreshing  balm 
To  steep  the  sense  in  gentle  calm, 
As  falling  'neath  the  passing  feet, 
Their  incense  rises  pure  to  greet 
The  beautiful,  the  brave,  and  good, 
Through  blooming  vale  and  forest-wood  ; — 
And  thus,  as  wend  they  there  along, 
Cease  clarion  shrill  and  cymbal  notes, 


p  E  L  A  y  o .  383 

While  rises  full  in  anthem's  song, 

Glad  chorus  that  through  ether  floats. 
Oh  !  glorious  that  anthem's  swell, 
That  grateful  souls  thus  upward  well 
In  harmony's  rich  tones  of  love, 
To  Him,  their  Father,  God  Above  ! 

As  morning  radiance  shineth  now 
In  valley  deep, — o'er  mountain  brow, — 
So  shineth  Truth  deep  in  each  soul, 
With  full  conviction's  firm  control, 
Clear,  on  her  mountain-tops  of  light, 
That  Love  shall  rule  the  future  bright, 
As  plain,  God's  golden  scroll  doth  ope 
Wider  and  clearer  to  the  scope 
Of  mortal,  comprehensive  mind, 
Bursting  the  chains  that  error  bind, 
To  read  in  glorious  letters  bright, — 
Rend,  rend  the  clouds  of  darkened  night ! 
Behold  the  brilliant  morn  arise 
Of  Loving-Power,  in  bright'ning  skies  ! 
Behold  the  blessings,  far  and  wide 
That  God  bestows  on  every  side, 
Beaming  with  rays  of  love  alone 
That  radiate  from  His  pure  Throne, 


384:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Till  full,  from  Heavenly  realms  above, 
The  blessed  sunshine  of  His  Love 
Entereth  the  windows  of  the  soul, 
To  bright  illume  and  cheer  the  whole  ! 

Soon,  vega,  hamlet,  vale  and  bower, 
Are  clearly  seen  in  dawning  hour, 
As  broad  departing  shadows  fade 
From  night's  repose  on  dewy  glade, 
And  morning  breaketh,  full  and  wide, 
In  all  the  rich  and  glowing  pride 
Of  Spain's  transparent  azure  clime, — 
Waking  sweet  orange-buds  and  lime, 
To  breathe  from  out  rich  freighted  trees 
Their  incense  to  the  passing  breeze, — 
Bathing  each  brow  of  beauty  there 
In  zephyrs  pure  of  morning  air ; 
While  rolling  tides  of  melody, 
In  constant,  richest  minstrelsy 
From  Nature's  choir  pour  concord's  strain, 
In  matin  chant  of  rare  refrain. 

Serene  each  heart  with  joyful  hope, 
As  yonder  meadow's  blooming  slope, 
Whose  buds  of  opening  beauty  sweet 
Spring  freshly  bright  their  steps  to  greet, — 


PELAYO.  385 

For  happy  now,  the  hearts  they  bear, 

Secure,  in  tranquil  rest ! 
Of  homeless  wand/rings,  past  their  share, — 
-   The  future,  brightly  blest ! 
Thus  earth  around  and  bright'ning  sky 

Shine  fair  with  rosy  gleam, 
The  Dove  of  Peace  close  drawing  nigh — 

Spain,  bright  in  glory's  beam  ! 

The  lark  expressed  her  rapture  high, 
Soaring  afar  toward  azure  sky  ; 
All  things  of  earth,  in  beauty  glad  ! 
No  lowering  clouds  of  darkness  sad  ! 
Ay,  all  of  gloom  and  mourning,  past, — 

Fading,  in  splendor's  ray — 
As  morning  breaks,  through  shadows  vast, 

In  gorgeous  opening  day. 

Fair  their  path,  where  buds  of  night, 
Fragrant  cistus'  leaflets  white 
Fall  iu  silv'ry  floral  sheen 
Over  mossy  beds  of  green, 
Wafting  precious  odors  round, 
Rich  distilled  from  dewy  ground ; 
Thus,  all  crushed  'neath  passing  tread, 
Is  their  richest  sweetness  shed ; 
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386  PELAYO. 

As  the  spirit's  brightest  power 
Oft  is  shown  in  heaviest  hour — 
Tried  in  sorrow's  darkest  night, — 
Virtues,  sleeping  in  the  light, 
Bringing  out  in  hour  of  woe, 
As  the  diamond-beam  to  glow. 

'Twould  weary,  were  I  more  to  tell, 
How  all-  that  long  and  joyous  day, 

They  journey  over  hill  arid  dell, 
Until  the  golden  sunset  lay 

Serenely  cradled  in  the  west, 

When  yet  another  convent  blest, 

Invites  the  weary  to  repose, 

At  twilight's  gentle,  balmy  close  ; 

Or,  of  a  second  morning  bright, 

Arising  from  a  peaceful  night, — 

When,  all  refreshed,  with  eastern  ray, 

Again  the  band  pursue  their  way. 

All  blithe,  fresh,  and  merry  as  birds  on  their  flight, 

To  regions  of  paradise  beauteously  bright, 

Each  heart  bounding  lightly,  while  gayly  Hope  sings, 

And  Fancy  is  revelling  far  on  Love's  wings. 

Oh  !  drink  ye  of  Nature,  fair  souls,  while  ye  may, 

Quaff  freely  her  nectar  as  happy  ye  stray, 


PELAYO.  387 

For   soon   will   the    wild    rose  ^and    sylvan-bower 

green, 

Be  parted  for  pageant,  and  court-life,  I  ween ! 
Then  quaff  the  dewed-chalice,  embrace   the  sweet 

breeze 
From  mountain-tops  borne    on  the  high   swaying 

trees, 
Meet  the  zephyrs  that  play  round  the  cheek  and  the 

brow 

As  the  lover  receiveth  the  kiss  and  the  vow  I 
From  Nature's  bright  fount,  ye  all  freely  may  sip — 
Ne'er  fear  that  too  joyous,  or  deeply  ye  dip, — 
Her  beauties,  her  loveliness,  never  may  cloy, — 
Her  pleasures  all  pure  without  shade  of  alloy. 

In  fond,  gentle  converse  pass  lovers  along, — 
Gay  spirits  are  happy  in  tale,  jest,  and  song  ; 
While  the  mind,  whose  Interior  openeth  to  Light, 
Thrills  rapture  to  exquisite  scenes  of  delight 
In  glorious  Nature,  at  morn,  noon,  and  eve  ! — 
While  Fancy,  inspired,  a  bright  halo  doth  weave, 
To  lift  to  Elysian-dream-life  the  mind 
That  revels  in  joys  to  which  others  are  blind. 

Flow'rets  sweet  their  pathway  line, 
Eglantine,  and  wild-rose  vine  ; 


388  PELAYO. 

Streams  of  golden,  sparkling  play 
Brightly  deck  their  smiling  way  ; — 
Wend  they  gayly,  happ'ly  on, 
Gentle,  priestly,  warrior  throng, 
Bold  cortege  in  glitt'ring  mass 
Onward  to  their  Leon  pass  ; 
Till  the  sun,  now  risen  high, 
Gloweth  in  meridian  sky, — 
When  behold  the  happy  crowd 
Leon's  Cross  in  freedom  proud  ! 
Rising  in  the  distance  far 
As  some  glory-beaming  star ! 
'Bove  cathedral's  peerless  height, 
Smiling  in  her  glory  bright ! 
Mosque  and  tower  in  sunny  skies, 
Glitt'ring  also,  boldly  rise, 
Distant  still, — no  murm'ring  hum 
Of  the  city,  yet  may  come 
Rude  to  break  the  calmness  there 
Of  those  scenes  remote  from  care, 
Turmoil,  pride,  and  envy's  strife 
Filling  up  the  courtier's  life. 

Naught  is  heard  save  flowing  tide, 
Esla's  stream  in  ripp'ling  play, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  389 


Laving  in  her  gentle  glide 

Palm  and  hazel-skirted  way. 
Winding  on,  their  course  doth  lay 
Still  by  Esla's  devious  way, 
Near  the  chestnut  forest-side 
That  fair  Leon's  ramparts  hide 
From  her  children  as  they  roam 
Eager  toward  their  rescued  home  ! 


CANTO    XIX. 

HAPPY,  joyous  ones  are  they 
On  their  brightly  varied  way ! 
Blithe  as  merry  wild-birds  free, 
Chanting  matin  melody, 
Now  emerge  they  from  the  shade 
Of  the  forest,  through  the  glade, 
When  unfolds  to  raptured  view 
Leon,  rich  in  glowing  hue 
Of  victorious  glory's  pride  ! 
Banners  spread  to  sunbeams  wide, 
Myriad  crosses  glitt'ring  bright, 
Cheering  e'er  the  Christian  sight, — 
Fair,  luxuriant  "  Patios  "  green, 
Decking  all  the  sunny  scene, 
Wafting  odors  rich  and  free, 
As  the  breeze  of  Araby ! 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  391 

• 

Grand,  her  "  walls  of  octagon  !  " — 
Brazen  gates,  eleven,  shone  ! 
Cross  high  raised  with  banners  all, 
Where  "  Muezzin  "  late  did  caU 
At  the  glowing  sunset  fair, — 
"  Alia  hu  !  to  prayer  !  to  prayer  !  " 
Gone  Muezzin  !  crescent !  foe  ! 
To  Gehenna's  shades  of  woe  ! 
Risen,  Cross  and  Banner  high  ; — 
God,  in  mercy,  hath  drawn  nigh  ! 
God  doth  sniile  upon  His  band  ! 
God  doth  raise  His  cherished  land ! 

"  Hail !  hail  to  our  Leon  !  "  now  fondly  they  cry, 
"  Hail !  hail !  to  our  Cross  in  the  bright  heavens 

high, 

The  vile,  baleful  crescent  in  darkness  doth  lay ! — 
O  Moslem-invader  !  well  bided  our  day  ! 
Then  Leon,  dear  Leon !  dare  none  to  defy ! 
Our  hearts  are  her  bulwarks  !  defending  we  die  ! 
Ke'er  foothold  again  on  her  soil  shall  have  ye  ; 
Our  Leon,  regained, — is  for  evermore  free!" 

Ay,  fair  doth  Leon  greet  their  sight ! 
Fair,  her  towers  and  mosques  arise 


392  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

• 

In  re-illumined  glory  bright 

'Mid  the  smiling  azure  skies ; 
Fair  her  cathedral's  dual  towers, 
Where  the  moon  no  longer  lowers  ; 
Set,  hath  she  for  e'er  in  night, 
'Neath  the  Cross  in  glory  bright. 

How  looms  that  Cross  in  noon-tide  glow, 
Telling  of  scattered,  vanquished  foe  ! 
Of  crescent,  sunk  in  sea  of  gore 
Beneath  those  towers — to  rise  no  more ! 
Risen,  Christ's  symbol  high  again  ! 

Waned  crescent  'neath  her  holy  light ! 
Risen  as  Phoenix,  happy  Spain  ! 

From  ashes  of  a  direful  night. 
Then  God  be  praised  !  who  guardeth  all, 
To  lift  the  suffering  in  their  fall  ;— 
Who  saith  : — "  My  hand  I  will  not  stay, — 
Vengeance  is  mine !  I  will  repay ! " 

With  re-inspired  and  freshened  speed, 

"  Affladis  "  now  advance, 
With  herald,  borne  on  snowy  steed 

In  eager,  hast'ning  prance  ; 
And  cavaliers,  their  banners  decked 

With  bay  and  olive  crown, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  393 

And  lettered  praise  in  laurel  flecked, 

As  pendants  floating  down  ; 
While  close  appear  the  victor  King, 

The  fair  and  beauteous  Queen — 
Surrounded  by  a  noble  ring 

Of  knights  in  armored-sheen. 

And,  as  the  city  gates  they  near, 

Behold !  approaching  now 
A  vast  procession  doth  appear  ! 

Troops,  priests  of  holy  TOW, — 
The  City  Council  and  her  guard, 

In  raiment  richly  grand, 
With  welcome  strains  from  lyre  and  bard, 

To  greet  the  Christian  band ; 
While  in  advance  gay  heralds  bear, 

On  salver's  golden-plate, 
The  city-keys  in  offering  there, — 

Keys  of  each  tower  and  gate. 

Now,  halting,  they  awaiting  stand, 

As  near  the  Regal  train — 
The  flower  of  all  the  Christian  land — 

The  valiant  sons  of  Spain  ! 
When  bursts  one  wild  and  deaf 'ning  shout — 

One  full,  tumultuous  cheer, 
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394  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

To  ring  all  far  and  wide  about, 

In  loving  "  Viva  !  "  clear. 
Presented  are  the  city-keys, 

Seized  now  Pelayo's  shield — 
Borne  from  his  steed,  with  gentle  ease, 

O'erpowered,  he  fain  must  yield ! 
And  placed  upon  his  buckler  bold, 

That  guard  of  breast  most  pure, 
They  high  aloft  their  monarch  hold, 
.  With  loving-hands  and  sure  ! 
While  beareth  he  in  upraised  hand, 

The  Golden  Cross  so  bright, 
The  Sacred  Cross,  the  Angel  band 

Bore  to  Auseva's  height ! 

High  on  his  shield  they  bear  him  now, 

Upraised  above  the  crowd ! 
Erect  his  form — upturned  his  brow — 

While  acclamations  loud, 
With  wild  "  Real"  and  "  Three  times  three—" 

"  Hail !  Viva !  Leon's  King  ! 
Pelayo  !  Hail !  and  Victory !  " 

From  earth  to  Heaven  ring  ! — 
Till  spirits  of  the  brave  Above, 

The  martyred,  ruthless  slain. 


PELAYO.  395 

Gaze  down,  with  smiling,  deathless  love, 

Upon  rejoicing  Spain  I 
Waving  Celestial  banners  white, 

Unseen, — of  Peace  and  Purity, 
O'er  Spain's  brave  King,  in  glory  bright, 

With  Cross  upraised  in  Victory  ! 

Oh  !  what  a  spirit-stirring  sight ! 

Thus  borne  that  Hero  brave  ! 
Who,  bold  in  all  of  good  and  right, 

Doth  Cross  and  Kingdom  save, — 
Majestic,  standing  thus  above, 

In  loving  subjects'  hold, — 
Swaying  all  hearts  with  ardent  love, 

For  valor,  pure  and  bold. 

And  tenderly  the  Queen  they  bear 

From  off  her  palfrey  white, 
When  in  a  Regal,  "  Golden  Chayre  " 

They  place  their  "  Star  of  light ; " 
A  pearl  wrought,  golden  "  Chayre  Estate  " 

That  quaintly,  of  devices  rare, 
Palanquin,  litter,  doth  partake, 

And  Royal  throne  in  share ; 
A  fairy  "  Carosia  "  bright, 

Of  gold  and  precious  stone, 


396  PELAYO. 

That  glitt'ring  clear  in  rays  of  light, 

All  sparkling,  dazzling  shone ; — 
And  bars  of  gold,  and  arms  of  pearl 

Support  her  lovely  frame, 
While  gem-wrought  pennons  bright  unfurl, 

To  shine  with  her  loved  name, — 
In  diamond  words, — "  Hail,  Zillah,  Queen  " 

In  rubies  rich,—"  Of  Love!" 
In  sapphires'  pure  Asteria  sheen, — 

"  Bright  as  Morris  Star  above  !  " 
And  Rod'rick's  "  Royal  Cloth  of  Gold," 

Draped  fair  that  car  around, 
Where  "  marv'lous  pearls  "  on  every  fold, 

Rare  stones  were  subtly  bound. 

By  Acolytes,  from  Altar's  side, 

Now  borne  our  beauteous  Queen  ! — 

By  warriors,  borne  in  loving  pride, 
Pelayo  still  is  seen  ! 

With  arching  neck,  and  stately  tread, 
Orelia  is  honored  led, — 
His  trappings  hung  with  laurels  bright, 
For  faithful  service  through  each  fight, — 
And  well,  in  sooth,  he  seemed  to  know 
Their  victory  o'er  the  Moslem  foe ! 


And  MS  advance  the  cavalcade.— 
Thi'  gorgeous  refill  train. 
All  space  with  one  coiiM-nt  is  made 
To  ring— kv  Hail !  Kiiii;  <>t  Spain  !" 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  397 

With  nostril  spread,  dilated  eye, 
Erected  mane, — proud  prancing  by. 

Now  fair  their  way,  sweet  blossom-strown 

By  maidens  robed  in  white, 
Till  as  some  fairy  scene  all  shone, 

Or  vision  of  the  night ! 
In  sooth,  a  dream-like,  radiant  scene, 

As  e'er  beamed  vision  bright ; 
And  true,  as  fair,  shines  all,  I  ween, 

In  victory's  glorious  light ! 

And  as  advance  the  cavalcade, — 

The  gorgeous  Regal  train, 
All  space  with  one  consent  is  made 

To  ring—"  Hail !  King  of  Spain  !  " 
From  every  height  wild  "  Yivas  "  pour, 

And  happy  faces  beam 
As  morning-waves  on  ocean's  shore, 

In  joyous,  sparkling  gleam. 
And  "  Hail  Eelayo  !  Hail  our  King  !  " 

"  Hail !  Queen  of  beauty  fair !  " 
In  echoing  strains  of  welcome  ring, 

In  joy's  ecstatic  share ! 

And  still  before  them  blossoms  strown, — 
While  from  above,  in  showers, 


398  PELAYO. 

Are  laurel  and  oak-chaplets  thrown, 

With  wreaths  of  choicest  flowers. 
Towers  and  verandas,  sumptuous  draped 

With  richest  cloth  of  gold, 
Where  genis,  in  loving  mottoes  shaped, 

Shone  glist'ning  o'er  each  fold, 
Of — u  Welcome  !  to  our  King  and  Queen  ! 

Hail!  to  the  Royal  Pair!  " 
Fond,  studded  words  of  jewelled  sheen, 

Wall,  tower,  and  banner  bear. 

While  far  perspective  arches  seen, 

Of  sweetest,  fairest  flowers, 
Entwined  with  bay  and  olive  green, 

In  vistas  of  rare  bowers. 
All  blossom-lettered,  welcome-fraught, 

Breathing  and  speaking  love, 
For  him  who  hath  their  freedom  wrought, 

And  her,  his  mountain-dove. 
And  deaf 'ning  acclamations  rise, 

And  bells  by  hundreds  ring, — 
Sound  trumpet,  clarion,  viva  cries, 

With—"  Hail  Pelayo  !  King  !  " 
While  deep  the  great  cathedral  bell 

Tolls  forth  her  welcome-peal, 


P  E  L  A  T  O  .  399 

Her  gratitude,  full  loud  to  tell, 

For  Cross  and  Country's  Aveal, 
"Where  bright  that  symbol  high  in  air, 

Now  gleaming,  points  above, 
Toward  realms  Celestial,  smiling  fair, 

Where  reigneth  God  in  Love. 

On  stalwart  shoulders  rests  the  shield, 

"Where  stands  Pelayo  brave, 
While  "  Lion  gules  on  Argent  field," 

High  o'er  his  brow  now  wave  ; 
Erect  he  stands, — the  Cross  of  gold 

High  bearing  in  his  hand, — 
The  Cross  that  to  Auseva  bold, 

Was  borne  by  Angel-band ! 
Draped  thick  his  shield,  with  laurel  leaves, 

With  chaplets  of  green-bay, — 
Each  leaf  of  bravery  that  breathes, 

To  deck  the  Conq'ror's  way. 

Oh  !  proudly  on  the  King  her  gaze 

Fair  Zillah  rests  in  joy ! — 
Turned  now  their  path  from  sorrow's  maze, 

Smiles  Peace,  without  alloy  ! 
Ay,  fondly  turneth  oft  the  eye, 

Upon  her  noble  love. 


400  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Her  Victor-Liege,  on  buckler  high, 

Borne  thus  in  pride  above 
The  retinue  and  happy  mass, 

The  rushing,  swaying  throng, 
That  crowding,  check  the  onward  pass 

Of  Christian-band  along. 
And  worthy  he  of  fondest  gaze — 

That  perfect  one  to  view  ! 
That  noble  brow,  where  rich  hair  plays 

In  waves  of  raven  hue  ; 
Of  fullest  height,  majestic  form —  . 

A  God-like,  perfect  man  ! 
With  virtues  pure,  and  feelings  warm 

As  e'er  through  bosom  ran. 
His  soul-illumined  orbs  of  light 

Beaming  o'er  subjects  all, — 
Oft  and  anon  with  deep  delight 

Upon  his  love  to  fall. 

In  beauty  sweetly  beaming, 
Zillah,  his  mountain-flower, 

As  star  of  morning  gleaming 

E'er  through  his  troublous  hour, — 

Till  cheering  sun  now  shining 
Dispelleth  darksome  cloud, — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  401 

And  glory's  wreaths  are  twining 
Where  flowers  ensanguined  shroud 

The  urn  of  martyred  Hero, 
The  ashes  of  the  Brave, 

Whose  blood  flowed  as  the  billow, 
Their  falling  land  to  save  ! 

How  beautiful  she  beameth  there  ! 

How  lovely  in  her  pride  ! 
Pride  all  for  him,  nor  self  hath  share, 

IsTor  aught  but  him  beside. 
O  wedded-love  !  O  holy  bliss  ! 

When  hearts  true-joined  are, — 
What  brighter  joy  on  earth  than  this  ! 

With  this,  what  may  compare  ! 
Her  azure  eyes  with  love  are  blight, 

Moist  with  the  grateful  tear, 
As  violets  bathed  in  liquid  light 

Of  dew-drops  shining  clear. 
Back  from  her  brow  her  tresses  float 

As  sunny  rays  of  light, 
Or  golden  strings  for  heavenly  note, 

Or  haloed  glory  bright ; — 
Her  lovely  form  oft  graceful  sways, 

In  courtesy  to  bend, — 


404:  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Knights,  warriors,  and  assembled  mass,- 

Brave,  glorious  souls  of  Spain  ! 
And  on  they  move  in  glitt'ring  line, 

With  holy-banner  high, 
Toward  chancel,  where  in  silver  shrine 

St.  Isidore  doth  lie, — 
On  John  the  Baptist's  Altar  there, 

Enshrined, — "  In  peace  to  rest," 
That  holy  corse  in  sacred  care, — 

St.  Isidore  the  Blest ! 
Up  to  that  gorgeous  Altar's  base, 

The  sanctuary's  pale, 
Where  flow'rets  white,  pure  interlace 

Each  golden  step  and  rail ; 
Where  massive,  gold  "  Custodia  " 

Doth  Sacred  Host  enclose, 
Resting  on  richly  silvered  car 

Near  Holy  Saints'  repose  ; 
Where  reverent  wait  the  priestly  crowd 

In  scapular  and  stole, 
To  God  and  holy  office  vowed 

In  record's  sacred  roll, 
With  mitred  abbot,  bishop  grave 

In  purple  vesture's  sheen, 
Awaiting  there  the  Fair  and  Brave — 

Spam's  Royal  King  and  Queen. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  405 

Thus  grave  before  that  Altar  now 

The  regal  suite  all  stand, — 
Before  the  Heavenly  Lord  to  bow, — 

King,  Queen,  and  knightly  band  ; 
And  censers  sway  their  rich  perfume 

In  dreamy  incense  far,  i 

And  fragrant  rods  of  spice  illume 

Each  niche,  as  gleaming  star  ; 
And  lofty  tapers'  waxen  light 

Beams  high  through  chancel  clear, 
Where  vestal-nuns  in  virgin  white, 

Through  oriel  grates  appear, — 
As  Angels,  who  through  bars  of  Heaven, 

Her  sunny  rays,  glance  down 
On  mortals  from  earth-sins  unshriven, — 

Unworthy  yet  the  crown  ; 
And  softened  rays  o'er  paintings  rare, 

Of  holy  martyrs  past, 
And  sculptured  saints  in  marble  there, 

A  haloed  radiance  cast ; 
And  angels  'mid  those  naves  appear, 

And  heroes  bravely  bold, 
Beaming  in  earthly  beauty  clear, 

As  aught  e'er  seen  or  told  ! 
And  she,  the  Star !  the  light  of  all ! 

And  he,  Spain's  glory  bright ! 


406  P  K  L  A  Y  O  . 

Since  Eden's  hapless  sin  and  fall, 

Ne'er  beamed  so  fair  a  sight ! 
As  falling  high  rose-windows  through, 

Rich,  mellow  sunbeams  now, 
In  glorious  rays  of  rainbow  hue, 

Play  o'er  each  royal  brow : 
And  fragrant  torches'  fitful  light, 

And  lamps  that  odors  breathe, 
As  blaze  of  noon-tide  dazzling  bright, 

Majestic  domes  enwreathe. 

'Mid  loud  hosanna's  swelling  peal, 

They  bend  before  the  shrine, — 
While  praises  rise  for  Country's  weal 

From  Lay,  Brave,  and  Divine. 
A  strange,  impressive  sight  that  scene  I 

That  vast  cathedral  grand, 
Whose  body,  aisles,  and  altars  teem 

With  priests,  mass,  warrior-band ; 
The  mail-clad  heroes  brave  of  Spain, 

Whose  tow'ring  plumes  and  weapons  bright, 
Strange  contrast  form  to  priestly  train 

Of  solemn  monks  enrolled  in  white. 

The  stately  suite  all  rev'rent  now 
Before  the  Altar  humbly  bow, 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  407 

Of  John  the  Baptist,  pure  and  good, 
With  all  the  Holy  Brotherhood  ; 
When  slow,  from  silver  shrine  doth  rise 

The  veil  off  sainted  Isidore  ! 
Revealing  to  the  royal  eyes 

A  crystal  case,  that  bore 
His  holy  corse,  embalmed  there, 

To  solemn,  awful  view, — 
As  marble  statue  lying  fair, 

Seen  clear  that  crystal  through  ! 
And  thus,  in  earnest  prayer  they  bend, — 

Here,  ardent  vows  of  love 
And  gratitude,  united  send, 

With  praise  to  Heaven  above. 

Arrayed  in  sumptuous  purple-folds, 

With  minor  priests,  in  train, 
Centerio,  high,  advancing,  holds 

The  banner  bright  of  Spain, 
With  holy-banner  there  aloft, 

Bearing  our  Saviour's  name, — 
That  late,  vile  infidels  so  scoffed, 

And  trampled  low  in  shame ! 
Now,  spread  above  the  Royal  head, 

Now,  floating  free  on  high, — 


408  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

To  victory  and  freedom  wed, — 

Raised  broad  toward  Heaven's  sky  ! — 
Above  the  kneeling  monarch  there 

He  waves  the  banner  proud, 
Bestowing  every  blessing's  share, 

While  "  Amen  "  cry  the  crowd  ; 
The  Holy  Cross  doth  solemn  sign, 

Chanting  his  earnest  prayer, 
Till  Urban,  blest  and  loved  Divine  ! 

Approaches  gravely  there — 
With  "  Cross  of  Gold  "  o'er  royal  brow, 

He,  fond  eulogiums  proud 
Pronounces  on  the  monarch  now, 

In  loving  tones  and  loud ; — 
And  Coronation  rites  are  said, — 

Proclaimed  Pelayo,  King ! 
The  rubied  crown  on  royal  head  ! 

While  myriad  voices  ring 
With  joyful  acclamations  all, 

In  heartfelt  tones  of  love, 
From  nave  to  tower  in  rise  and  fall, 

To  mighty  domes  above ! 

High,  solemn  mass  now  chant  they  all, 
And  earnest  prayers  are  said 


P  E  L  A  T  O  .  409 

For  heroed  souls,  who  brave  did  fall, — 
The  Requiem  for  the  Dead. 

Two  swords  now  Urban  hands  the  King, 
"Whose  metal,  erst  full  clear  did  ring 
From  valiant  wield  of  Roderick's  hand, 
Striking  for  Faith  and  cherished  Land ; 
"  Colado?  and  "  Tizona  "  yclept— 
That  he,  "  El  Cid"  untarnished  kept 
E'er,  till  their  last,  bright,  swaying  gleam 
On  Xeres,  by  Guad'lete's  stream  ! 
Flashing,  as  parting  spirit's  glow, 
In  life-blood's  faint,  expiring  flow, 
With  effort's  last  collected  force, 
Ere  severed  from  the  sinking  corse, — 
As  wasting  candles'  fading  light, 
Startling,  in  gleaming  flashes  bright, 
Of  brilliant  flaming  ray  the  last — 
Ere  darkness  over  all  is  cast ! 

"  Colado's  "  hilt,  a  cross,  whereon 

Upon  one  side  was  graven  seen — 
"  Si,  Si" — while  on  the  other  shone — 

"  No,  No" — in  gold  and  silver  sheen. 
And  on  "  Tizona"  written  were— 
"Ave  Maria,  Gratia  " — 
18 


4:10  P  E  L  A  T  O . 

"  Plena  Dominus" — all  bright, 
In  jewels  glitt'ring  to  the  sight ! 

And  on  his  breast  the  cross  is  placed, 
That  oft  with  "  Cid"  brave  battle  faced, 
Gleaming,  'mid  armied  ranks  afar, 
As  through  wild  night  some  brilliant  star  ; 
Formed  of  four  equal,  silver  parts, 

Covered  with  gold,  and  set  with  stone, — 
As  "  artichoke  "  to  rise  its  heart, 

That  white  and  green  enamelled  shone, — 
While  on  one  side  engraved  it  bore, 
All  clearly,—"  Crucis  Salvator"     *     * 
Where  "  Sante  Petre "     *     *     and  "Porto" 
In  jewels  pure,  did  lustrous  glow. 

Again  the  lofty  aisles  loud  ring 

With  anthems  from  grand  choirs, 
That  joyful  hallelujahs  sing, 

In  tones  that  love  inspires  ; 
And  "  Gloria  in  Excelsis  "  notes 

All  souls  united  sing, 
And  "  Benedictus  Deo  "  floats, 

And  "  Jubilates  "  ring 
Through  Gothic  aisles — up  lofty  towers, 

In  joyous  chorus'  swell, 


PELAYO.  411 

As  offer  incense,  sun-kissed  flowers, 

Their  gratitude  to  tell 
For  radiant  beams  from  Mercy's  throne, 

For  sunny  rays  of  light, — 
Leon,  restored  unto  her  own  ! 

Leon  in  glory  bright ! 

Now,  'mid  the  mighty  rolling  peal 

Of  harmony's  full  swell, 
O'er  King  and  Queen,  who  lowly  kneel, 

The  blessing  fond  doth  well 
Full  from  Archbishop  Urban's  voice, 

With  raised  arms,  outspread, — 
O'er  Royal  ones,  the  "  Hail !  rejoice  ! 

God's  blessing  on  thee  shed !  " 

"  Benedicat  vos, 
Omnipotens  Deus, 
Pater  et  Filius, 
Et  Spiritics  Sanctus, 
Amen" 

And  sacred  rites  performed  are, 

The  Coronation  o'er, — 
Aloft  again  the  Royal  Pair 

Borne  'mid  triumphant  roar 


4:12  PELAYO. 

Of  loud  hosanna's  rolling  tone, 

Through  wide-spread,  crowded  aisles, 

Where  myriad  faces  beaming  shone, 
En  wreathed  in  joyous  smiles. 

And  as  they  near  the  portals  grand, 

So  press  the  rushing  mass, 
Scarce  now  may  move,  the  Regal  band, 

Ad'ladis  force  their  pass, — 
For  joy  has  reached  perfected  height, 

And  wild  the  clamor  now, — 
All  must  behold  their  Queen  of  Light, — 

All  gaze  on  Regal  brow ! 
And  as  they  pass  those  portals  out, 

Bursts  forth  the  pented  tide 
Of  human  joys'  full,  ringing  shout 

To  echo  far  and  wide  ! 
While  soundeth  clarion,  clear  and  shrill, 

The  shalm  and  trumpet-peal, 
With  tambour's  clang,  and  psaltry's  trill 

Loud  for  the  Christians'  weal ! 

Onward  they  pass  o'er  flower-strown  way, 
Where  founts  of  jasper  bright, 

Through  allegoric  figures  play 
Of  Parian  marble  white  ; 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  413 

The  trees  of  elm  and  willow  nigh, 

Blooming  with  soul-lit  flowers 
Of  human  faces,  beaming  high 

Amid  their  leafy  bowers. 

Thus  slowly  more  the  courtly  band, 
Patio  and  Place  along, 

O" 

St.  Isidore's  structure  grand, 

'Mid  cheers,  and  Yict'ry's  song ! 
Through  vistas  green  of  bay-arched  bowers 

Our  Royal  Pair  repass, 
Still  radiantly  enwreathed  with  flowers, 

Showered  from  the  loving  mass  ; — 
While,  with  their  quickened,  soul-oped  eyes, 
That  pierce  the  blue  ethereal  skies, 
Blest  seers  behold,  high  leaving  now 
Celestial  palms  o'er  royal  brow! 
By  pure,  angelic,  heroed  hands 
Of  martyred  spirits  !  sainted  bands  ! 
The  Angel  guardians  of  Spain  ! 
Who  chant  seraphic,  glorious  strain, 
As  moves  the  King  'mid  loud  acclaim 

That  joyous  mortals  cheering  raise, — 
Thus  perfect  crowned  his  glorious  fame 

With  sainted  pa3an  !  Heav'nly  praise  ! 


CANTO    XX. 

THUS  passeth  now  our  King  of  Spain 

To  Leon's  palace  grand, — 
O'er  loving  subjects  calm  to  reign, 

Peace  smiling  on  their  land  ; — 
O'er  Oviedo's  kingdom  blest, 

O'er  Leon,  long  to  reign, 
In  blissful  happiness,  where  rest 

The  Christians  brave  of  Spain ; — 
Where  brightly  glows  Love's  rosy-wing, 

And  soundeth  sweet  guitar 
To  gay  bolero's  bounding  spring, 

While  joy-notes  ring  afar  ; — 
And  thus,  in  happiness  content, 

In  pure  and  virtuous  life, 
From  mountain-wand'rings,  homeless  spent, 

They  rest  from  care  and  strife  ; — 
'Mid  sparkling  founts,  and  mimic  grove 

Of  sweetest,  rarest  flowers, 


P  EL  A  Y  O.  415 

As  on  Auseva's  mount  to  rove, — 

To  pass  still  joyous  hours  ; — 
Where  perfumed  censers  waft,  of  gold, 

To  music's  witching  sway, 
Gay  wander  forms  of  beauteous  mould, 
*  That  strayed  by  Deva's  way. 

But,  'mid  their  halls  and  "  Patios  "  bright, 

None  ever  cease  to  love 
Their  mountain-caves  of  marble  white, 

Fair  Deva's  vale  above  ; — 
And  still  their  summer-court  must  hold 

By  clear  Pionia  blight, 
'Bove  Covadonga's  fastness  bold, 

In  sylvan  joys  delight ; — 
While  many  a  knight  and  fair,  I  ween, 

Bless  e'er  Auseva's  height, 
Where  Cupid  swayed  his  arrow  keen, 

With  Mars,  his  sabre  bright ; — 
For  there,  fond,  truthful  vows  were  said, 

Warm  hearts  exchanged  in  love, 
To  join,  in  happy  marriage  wed, 

In  bonds  blest  from  Above. 

And  all  that  Coronation  night 
The  city-bells  did  ring, — 


416  P  E  L  A  T  O  . 

The  live-long  night,  in  wild  delight 

Gay  subjects  dance  and  sing  ! — 
Bolero,  seguidille,  and  song, 

Guitar  and  zel  gay  sound 
Each  "  Patio  "  and  bower  along, 

With  mirthful  voices  round  ; — 
While,  as  one  blaze  of  glowing  tire, 

The  city  glory  beams 
From  balcony  to  highest  spire, 

From  lamps  of  colored  gleams  ; — 
Rise  signal-fires  from  hills  above, 

To  tell  empyrean  skies, 
How  bright  with  joy  their  land  of  love 

As  Pho3nix  now  doth  rise  ! — 
God's  sons  have  won  their  heritage  ! 

While  rises  o'er  the  land 
The  Cross-capped  tower  and  hermitage, 

Cathedral,  convent  grand  ! — 
And  all  the  Regal  Court  is  gay, 

Joy  beams  as  sun-light  round, — 
Joy  brightens  all  in  Glory's  ray, — 

No  darkness  may  be  found  ! 

And  knighted  now  is  Gomez  there, 

With  heroes  nobly  brave, 
Who  well  have  borne  full  boldest  share, 

Their  Cross  and  Land  to  save  ; — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  417 

And  might  we  weave  full  many  a  tale, 

Of  noble  knight,  and  fair, — 
Of  lovers,  in  sweet  Deva's  vale, 

If  idle  time  to  spare, — 
And  how  all  happy  wedded  were, — 

Gomez  and  Inez  too, — 
Of  lovers  fond,  'mid  wand' rings  there, 

Who  faithful  bore  them  through. 

And  how  a  tiny  blossom  rare, 

Bloomed  for  Pelayo's  bliss, — 
Type  of  her  angel  mother  fair, 

His  Zillah's  loveliness  ; — 
How  yet  a  son,  to  him  and  Spam, 

Favila  bearing  name, 
Arose,  as  blessing,  still  again, 

To  fill  love's  hallowed  flame. 

How  Ormasinde,  his  bud  of  light, 

To  young  Alphonse  he  gave, 
In  maiden  beauty  freshly  bright, 

As  bride  for  valor  brave ; — 
Might  sing  we  of  their  joyous  life, — 

Pelayo's,— Zillah's  fair,— 
In  peaceful  bliss,  from  battle-strife, 

Of  perfect  love  to  share ; — 
18* 


418  PEL  A  Y  O. 

And  how  Pelayo  reigned  long 

Oviedo's,  Leon's  king ! 
Their  kingdoms  vocal  with  love's  song, 

That  joyous  subjects  sing ! 

No  more  of  sorrow' s-night  and  woe, — 

No  more  'neath  yoke  of  swarthy  foe, — 

But  reign  they  o'er  a  land  of  light, 

With  Love  to  guide  their  sceptre  bright. 

Love  reigns  through  court,  and  bower,  and  hall, 

Love  is  the  monarch  over  all ; 

And  peace,  and  happiness,  and  joy, 

Fill  hearts  and  land,  free  from  alloy. 

Joy  sparkles  e'er  throughout  the  court, 

Peace  smiles  o'er  cot  and  vale, 
While  mandolin  and  merry-sport 

Resound  through  bower  and  dale ; 
And  tinkling  sound  of  light  guitar 
Arises  with  the  evening  star, 
When  happy  couples,  joyous  met, 
Keep  time  to  merry  castanet ; — 
And  tales  of  ardent  love  are  told 
Beneath  the  chestnut-branches  old, 
And  vows  are  breathed  of  tenderness, 
As  seal  of  promised  happiness  ; 
And  all  is  joy,  and  all  is  love, 
From  earth  below  to  Heaven  above, — 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  419 

Each  one  contented  with  his  lot, — 
And  Spain,  of  lands,  the  Eden-spot ! 
Whence  Lucifer  and  minions  cast, — 
The  Foe  and  all  of  darkness  past, — 
While  Heaven's  smiles,  full  over  all, 
In  Glory's  radiance  brightly  fall! 

Ay,  through  the  land  the  Cross  doth  rise 
In  gleaming  triumph  toward  the  skies ! 
While  crescent's  form  no  more  is  seen, 
Save  in  the  skies  at  starry  e'en ; 
And  bright  all  convent-halls  again 
With  daughters  beauteous  of  Spain, 
Who  now  may  bend  to  God  on  High, 
Xor  prostrate  fall  at  Imaun's  cry. 

And  scarce  a  league  from  Xeres'  plain, 

That  erst  brave  Christian-blood  did  stain, 

Where  Guadalete's  winding  stream 

Doth  through  her  valley  sparkling  gleam, 

A  Monastery,  bold  doth  rise, 

In  stately  grandeur,  toward  the  skies, 

Before  the  "  Hills,"  where  Roderick  fell, 

As  monument,  his  fate  to  tell. 

A  trellised  path-way,  rich  with  grapes, 

Shaded  from  sunbeam,  entrance  makes 


420  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

Unto  her  grounds,  there  teeming  fair 
With  pomegranate,  and  fruitage  rare, 
Vineyards,  and  groves  of  fig  and  lime, 
All  blessings  Heaven  gives  that  clime. 
Near  Medina-Sidonia's  rise, 
This  "  Cartuja  "  *  thus  calmly  lies, — 
Backed  by  Sierra's  lofty  lands, 
The  Carthusian  convent  stands, — 
Imposing  in  its  magnitude, — 
Whose  walls  and  turrets,  distant  viewed, 
Seem  rather  town,  or  palace  grand, 
Than  home  of  grave  anchorite  band ; — 
But  such  it  is, — and  discipline 
Beyond  all  knowm,  is  here  within. 
This  Cartuja?*  huge,  sombre  wall 
Hangs  o'er  each  monk  as  funeral  pall, — 
From  worldly  ties,  its  joys  and  care, 
There  closing  sternly,  and  for  e'er, — 
Their  fixed,  unalterable  doom, 
Immured  within  that  mighty  tomb. 
"No  intercourse,  no  speech  have  they, 
But  vigils  keep  by  night  and  day, — 
And  solitary,  fasting  pray, 
Thus  on  their  silent,  Heavenly-way ! — 
Their  wealth  relieving  poverty, 
And  all  of  care  and  misery ; — 

*  Monastery. 


P  E  L  A  Y  O  .  421 

The  weight  of  age — the  orphan  youth — 
Cheering,  and  teaching  words  of  truth — 
Through  bounty  kind  : — the  curtained-world, 
Back  to  their  vision  ne'er  unfurled. 
The  simplest  food,  their  only  fare, 
Through  grated  doors  receive  they  there, — 
Coarse  flannel  robes, — rude  beds  of  straw, — 
And — stern,  unpleasurable  law — 
No  monk  the  labor  e'en  may  save 
Of  digging  for  himself  his  grave, 
Wherein  doth  fall  his  mortal  whole, 
When  seeks  his  spirit  brighter  goal. 

I'd  tell  how  when  years  nineteen  passed 

Of  blissful,  glorious  reign, 
That  Royal  form,  in  death  at  last, 

With  pomp  was  sadly  lain 
In  Saint  Eulalia's  regal  tomb 

At  Valencia  old, — 
To  rest  within  her  vaulted  gloom, 

Our  King  of  Leon,  bold  ; — 
How,  they  do  say,  that  when  his  soul 

From  mortal  thrall  took  flight 
Unto  the  spirit's  blessed  goal 

Of  endless  joys  delight, 
That  all  empyrean  Heavens  rang 

AVith  sweet  celestial  strain 


4:22  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

From  Angel  hosts,  who  fondly  sang 

One  Welcome,  glad  refrain ! 
Through  ether  clear  the  chorus  floats, 
Till  space  is  filled  with  joyous  notes 
Of  praise  unto  the  Just  and  Brave — 
The  righteous  one,  who  Cross  doth  save 
From  infidel,  blasphemous  foe, 
That  fain  would  lay  Christ's  symbol  low ! — 
And  these  the  holy  words,  all  clear, 
From  Angels  borne  to  mortal  ear ! 

"  Ecce  quomodo  tollitur  Justus, 
Et  nemo  considerat  ablatus, 
Et  a  facie  iniquitatis 
Et  erit  in  Pace  memoria  eius" 
Behold !  how  the  Just  our  Lord  taketh  to-day, 
And  no  man  considers  why  taken  away ! — 
From  Iniquity's  face  doth  he  soar  to  the  Blest ! 
While  in  Peace  shall  his  memory  evermore  rest ! 

Of  Spain's  deep  grief,  still  speak  we  might, — 

And  of  her  smiles  again 
When  crowned  Pelayo's  bud  of  light, — 

His  daughter  fair,  to  reign, — 
When  Ormasinde  as  queen  arose, 

With  Alphonse,  to  the  throne ; — 


PEL  A  TO. 

And  how,  as  History  still  sh       B, 

And  to  the  world  is  known, 
Favila,  to  Odedo's  court, 

King,  second,  did  succeed. — 
How  sad  he  fell  in  hunting-sport, 

To  write  is  little  need ; — 
For  this,  each  ancient  tome  will  tell. — 

Each  Tellum,  parchment-scroll, — 
Of  "  Happy  Beign,"— and  what  befell 

Until  all  reached  the  Goal. 

But  of  their  present  who  may  speak? 

Where  dwells  each  Royal  soul '? 
Who  now  may  Regal-diary  keep, — 

Unfurl  the  Spirit+aroR* 

If  deeds  of  Worth,  and  acts  of  Loye, 

If  Purity  of  heart. 
Be  estimate  in  worlds  Above. 

Weighed  in  the  Heayenly  mart, — 
As  nobleness  of  mind  and  soul, 

And  Charity,  and  Truth, 
Illumed  their  mortal  liyes  the  whole, 

Methinks,  that  in  good  sooth. 
Our  Braye,  and  Beautiful,  and  Pure, 
.ether  dwell  fore'er, — 


4:24  P  E  L  A  Y  O  . 

That  love  like  theirs  must  still  endure 
Through  endless  ages  there. 

And  we  will  deem  them  roving  now 
'Mid  Heavenly  bowers  of  Light, 

Fairer  than  grace  Asturia's  brow — 
Auseva's  mountain-height, 

With  all  their  loved, — the  Pure  and  True,- 
The  Blest  of  ages  past ! 

Where,  if  our  work  we  faithful  do, 
yet,  may  dwell  at  last ! 


AND  this,  my  passing,  random  thought, 

In  words  of  simple  rhyme, — 
For  grief,  as  solace,  only  wrought, — 

To  soften  grievous  time ! 
And,  pray  you,  all  good  readers  dear, 

Scan  with  a  kindly  eye 
My  birdling,  fledged  in  trembling  fear — 

Ne'er  thinking  far  to  fly ; — 
Sad  woven  rhymes, — in  days  of  gloom 

Strung  but  to  stay  the  tear ! — 
In  dream-life  to  illume  my  tomb, 

Of  buried  joys — so  drear ! 


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MARY    COWDEN    CLARKE'S    EDITION 


Shakespeare. 


A   NEW   AND    BEAUTIFUL   EDITION. 
WITH 

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Instead  of  the  notes  and  comments  which  ordinarily  accompany  the  text. 
Interfering  with  the  comfort  of  current  perusal, — a  compendious  glossary  of 
words  and  phrases,  requiring  explanation  for  those  unconversanlPwith  Eliza 
bethan  literature,  is  annexed;  with  references  to  respective  acts  and  scenes; 
thus  offering  ready  elucidation  when  needed, — and  only  when  needed. 

A  biographical  and  critical  preface  condenses  into  small  space  the  historical 
account  of  the  Poet  and  his  productions ;  whereto  is  appended  a  chronological  « 
table  of  Shakespeare's  life,  which  enables  the  reader  at  one  view  to  see  all  the 
authentic  facts  (in  the  order  of  their  yearly  succession)  connected  with  our 
Dramatist's  career,  from  birth  to  death. 

A  minor  point— but  one  conducing  to  prompt  comprehension  of  dramatic 
purpose  while  reading — Is  the  uniform  placing  of  the  stage  direction  ("  Aside") 
before,  instead  of  after  the  speech  to  be  so  spoken,  as  hitherto  has  been  the  mod« 
in  printing  Shakespeare's  plays. 

A  leading  critic  once  said: 

"Burn  the  Variorum  edition.  Take  the  first  folio  so  far  as  it  serves.  Ee- 
move  printers'  errors  by  collation  of  the  various  Quartos.  Amend  corrupt  lines 
by  a  severe  and  jealous  adoption  of  emendations.  Print  the  text  without  notes, 
and  leave  the  rest  to  Shakespeare.  Such  is  our  advice  to  that  imaginary  future 
editor  of  the  works  who  shall  fall  to  his  task  in  a  proper  spirit,  thinking  nothing 
of  himself,  much  for  the  public,  and  most  of  all  for  the  Poet"— ATUJSN  JUJM,  <No. 

Much  in  accordance  with  the  above  judicious  counsel  has  the  present  edition 
beau  vonducted. 


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